Jan 25, 2010 19:15
I am the least likely person out of all my friends who could, you know, raise a kid.
I know that.
And half the time I do wonder what it is I think I'm doing. But that's way better than thinking that all the time like I did when I first took him in.
You wouldn't believe how much I freaked when the Ministry caught up with us and named me his legal guardian. What am I doing raising a kid? His dad is still alive, anyway! I'm still a kid!
But I love him- and it is so easy to love him. I can't not. Not that I've tried. Why would I?
And you know, seeing him up there. I mean, he looked- you know. Fine. But he wasn't. He practically begged them not to take his dad away from him.
I don't know if I am doing this right. If I am the emotional refuge he needs me to be.
I don't know what to do at all. I am freaked out. I've never heard him talk like that. I don't want to be on Seihl's side. And, well, I'm not. I'm on Dari's. Always. But if that means, you know, being Seihl's side a little bit ... I guess that's just that, isn't it?
These trials are awful.
dari,
confusion,
trials