You don’t know what it’s like tobe the youngest of seven children by different fathers and be the one who everyone runs to for help; or maybe you do. You don't know the feeling of obligation that haunts me because I am doing better than the rest of them, so it is only fair that I lend a helping hand. Don't get me wrong, I love being able to help, but it does become overwhelming sometimes, even overtaking my own responsibilities to my own family and personal growth. Sometimes it is not just a helping hand, but even the care of our mother, I am the only one caring for her in her old age. Growing up, my siblings were all too busy with their own life to care about me and my older brother. I don't even know how we made it to adulthood, but by the grace of God.