To Grow Up All In One Night

Have you ever wondered what it feels like to have to be the grown up of a very large family? Well let me tell you, its hard work.



Okay, so it has been one insane night for me. I got home feeling great, walking, and just relaxing from a busy day. Then I went to have a shower and just let every muscle in my body melt with the warm water flowing over me. That's when my sister knocked and asked to come in. I should have known something was wrong then since she never comes in the bathroom when I'm showering. She tells me my other sister was on the phone and it was urgent. Knowing what their definitions of urgent can be I asked what was going on, thinking it was probably some big concert announcement of some sort. That's when I was told she was crying. My head spun with questions of what was going on. Was someone hurt? Was everything okay? Why would she call me if the parents were right there? I quickly jumped out of the shower grabbed a towel and answered the call. She was in hysterics. Doing what I could to understand I got her calm enough to get the story. Apparently my parents were having a huge fight to the point where her mom had left the house and she was scared and needed out. So I told her to stay in her room, pack a bag and call her friend that she mentioned to see if she could go there for a bit. I put on the clothes I had, grabbed my crutches and told my mom I needed to head out for a bit. I hopped in the truck and got to the house as fast as I could. On the way I called her to make sure everything was still okay. Now my aunt and cousin were over trying to get things sorted out. That was wonderful, knowing that it had gotten to the point where someone else had to intervene. When I finally got there, both of my other sisters came outside, one crying, the other putting on a brave face for her sister. We quickly got gas before dropping one sister off at her dads and the other at her friends. During this time I found out that my sister was told that she shouldn't have called me. I think its a good thing she did. She needed out in order to feel safe and she called someone she knew she could trust. She knew that even if I couldn't come get her I would have stayed on the phone with her, keeping her safe, until she feel asleep.



I also fought with my mom about me paying for gas and how she felt it was my dads job to give me some money. I wanted to tell her that I would pay thousands of dollars to keep any of my siblings, friends or anyone I cared about safe. I would be willing at all times of the day to go anywhere and pick someone up if they felt scared, lonely or in danger. After all, its only time and money. I can earn the money back. As for the time, well its a good cause. They're just small prices to pay to keep people safe.



My growing up does not stop there. I have no idea whats happening tomorrow, I don't know if I will have a ride home, or who will be home once I do get there. I have no idea how I'm getting to Brian's, or whether I'll be packing my stuff this weekend. What I do know is my sisters are safe, and I would move mountains for them. They are my world, my rock, and my family and I love them more than life itself.



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