4Pawz
3rd Level Red Feather
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The first time I really realized I had to be an adult, I was around 12. It was my dad's last deployment. Before he turned around and walked on the carrier, he hugged me and said it was time for me to "step up and help the family." I didn't know what he meant until I turned around and my mom was crying. It was the first time I ever saw her cry. I suddenly knew what my father meant. I picked up my little brother, grabbed my mom's hand, and walked them back to the car.
I always had to help out, but this time was different. I had to do the more demanding chores, take care of my brother when my mom was at work, fix the cars, etc. It wasn't a bad thing, because families work together.
I got many reminders after that. I love my family, and would do anything for them. I'm thankful for all of my experiences. Because it really is true, I wouldn't be where I am now without them.
I always had to help out, but this time was different. I had to do the more demanding chores, take care of my brother when my mom was at work, fix the cars, etc. It wasn't a bad thing, because families work together.
I got many reminders after that. I love my family, and would do anything for them. I'm thankful for all of my experiences. Because it really is true, I wouldn't be where I am now without them.