I was always on my own.
It was always William and I, but I usually had to take care of him. I had to make sure he had some clothes, breakfast, a lunch for school, did his homework, took a shower, slept by his bedtime. I took care of William growing up, and he was probably grateful that I did.
However, nobody really checked up on me. I wanted someone to at least care about me, ask about my day at school, have someone wait for me as I descended the school bus, or even just waiting for me at the front door. However, that never happened. I usually grabbed William's wrist and descended with him, and walked another ten minutes to our home.
It was an average home, lower middle class certainly, but it was not a bad neighbourhood. Many kids played in their yards during the weekends, and I always
