My childhood

I learned to cook dinner at age 8.

I learned how to organize the bills at age 9.

I learned how to take care of my dad at age 10.

My childhood was stolen from me.

It was stolen because my dad wasn't a dad.

He was more like a roommate.

I was told to get groceries for the house if I wanted dinner.

I was told to cook it if I wanted good dinner.

I was told to not wait up for him because he would be out late.

My childhood was learning how to be an adult

It was filled with stress

Just because of my dad.

My mom tried to help,

But at that point I was too far grown up.

I missed my childhood.