Chapter 26 Solitude

• I am the type of person who wakes up early, I have always been like that, even since I was a child. I used to take care of my own things from a young age, go to school, have breakfast. My mom was worried about her business at the hair salon, she was a single mother, my father had left us. So, as soon as I learned how the kitchen worked and what time I had to be ready for school... I did what I had to do.
• In fact, because I was so proactive and responsible with that, my mom saw me as a little adult, a miniature version of someone who could take care of themselves... and little by little, she started relying on me more and more, leaving me alone. Ady the self-sufficient, Ady who doesn't need anyone, so independent, so mature for her age. Even my sister, who is a couple of years older than me, started delegating things to me, so I was the one who cooked and took care of the basic household chores while my mother was away. Fernanda did the bare minimum, I had to make sure she had everything too, I would wake her up, cook for her, make sure she was okay.
• That made me feel good at first, helping my mother and my family, being useful, I felt almost indispensable. Over time, I realized that... it wasn't my duty. I was a young person who undoubtedly should have had support and someone to trust and rely on... instead of being that person.