Day care
The caretaker instinct:
I was born with a strong one
I wanted to feed my baby brother a bottle
I always played house
I changed my first diaper at 7 years old
But nothing was wrong with that
But.
My parents watched my cousins for a daycare
And after a few years my mom didn't leave her room much
So I was the responsible one; for six children
I was the only one changing diapers
I prepared the food
I made sure they all made it through the day alive
And I felt like suddenly--I was the responsible one
I was still a kid
That wasn't taken from me
But I was the kid responsible for six others
That changed me
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