"Cory," Mel stands in the doorway, rubbing her small eyes with her fist. Her left hand swings at her side, clutching the small, cheap teddy bear Mom got her for her second birthday. I roll out of bed, half expecting her to come to me. I've been waiting for Mom to come home too. 1
"What is it, Mel Bell?" I ask, as I scoop her up into my arms, brushing her thin blonde hair out of her eyes. "Can't sleep?"2
"Momma's not home yet," She says drowsily. 3
"I know, I know, Mel. Wanna sleep with me tonight?" I say as I lay her down onto my mattress. She nodds, although she's already half asleep. 4
I cover her with my blanket, and after she's asleep, I wander out into the living room, and make myself comfortable in the recliner. I promised Mom that I would take care of Melanie, always and forever. I promised Mom that I would love her until the day I died, no matter what she did or said. 5
Maybe I should've made my mother promise the same.6
Melanie is only four. Mom is never home. I can't take care of her like a father would. I'm only thirteen. 7
But I might as well be older than my own Mother.
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Wow...this is really sad, but good. It's written well and I like how you ended the story with that last sentence. It's so sad on how the oldest child has to take care of themselves and/ or their little siblings when their parents are out all night and don't even care.
Awesome job, and keep it up.
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