The day my mother told me she would be home late from work.

I drove my father home

the view from behind the steering wheel

ingrained in my mind

My son was born and I became responsible for someone other than myself; before, I was just someone's child.

Pop! My eyes open, my innocent child shield gone... Nothing's what it use to be. Alone and afraid. An adult

Oh so young, yet oh so relied on. Mommy & daddy couldn't keep it together so I had to step up.

A path I take, make. flood gates opened eyes. I realized I grew up quicker for only a teen.

I learned to forgive them for all the things they would never be.

"I'm sorry, my dear, but you might have depression. Maybe even anxiety disorder as well."