Iwas eighteen when I made a choice that would define the rest of my life. I chose my five siblings over the future everyone insisted I should have. For
r years, I never once questioned that decision… not until the day my boyfriend stood in my doorway, pale and shaken, telling me he had found something in my youngest sister’s room—and asking me, very seriously, not to scream.
The moment I turned eighteen, I became everything my siblings needed—both mother and father. I was the only adult left in a house that suddenly felt too quiet in the mornings and unbearably heavy at night.
People warned me that I didn’t understand what I was taking on. But when you’re standing there, looking at five kids who have no one else in the world but you, there’s no room for hesitation… you stay. And once I made that choice, everything else in my life quietly shifted to fit around it.
Almost twelve years ago, our parents died.
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