My childhood has been over since I was 7. My mom got into some trouble and I had to go live with my dad who had manic bipolar episodes and was a drunk on top of that. I had to be responsible for him and I, putting his needs before mine a lot of the time. I had to wake myself up for school, had to do our laundry, had to beg him to drive me to doctor appointments when I was sick. Then when I was 10 he taught me how to start cooking, soon the cooking began to be my responsibility when he couldn’t get up in the mornings until 2pm. Sometimes you don’t have time to be a kid you just have to grow up fast and wish for the best, but I wouldn’t change anything. My dad still has un medicated bipolar and he’s still a drunk and I’m doing my own thing, working, responsible, and I cook very well. ❤️❤️❤️🦋