Little

Jaid has never acted her age. Her burden is heavy, her soul is old. She makes it easy to forget she's barely 7. I need to remember she's barely 7. She's little. And me, I'm literally everything to her. The pressure itself mounts. Our bond is tight but sometimes I can't help but feel like I'm being drowned sometimes. It was easier with a 2nd parent. Her happiness didn't solely rely on what I did or did not provide emotionally, there was another person filling the cup. That grip was a little more loose on me and I didn't feel as strangled to death. She's barely 7. Her life shouldn't be this rough. She shouldn't have to hold so much together. Her
weight is already more than most adults. She makes so easy to forget she's so little.