IntroductionBeing a mom is something you're supposed to be when you've already lived, but I didn't have that option. My self-image changed when I became a “mom” to my little sister at the age of seven. I had to prepare all her meals, protect her from harm and I was a thoughtful and loving mother. DescriptionI was spending the weekend with my aunt-in-law when my perception of myself changed forever. My little sister was using the bathroom when I heard a scream and my aunt-in-law and I went to see what was wrong. She said “it hurts when I pee!” my aunt asked her if she had come across her daughter's corner and she said no. My aunt asked her if it had hurt earlier in the day when she was going to the bathroom and she said yes. My aunt asked her if my mom's boyfriend had ever hurt her anywhere on her body and she said yes. She told him how he had hit her when she was unwell and when I was gone last weekend he had 'tried to put his pee in her pee'. When I heard this, I started crying and told my aunt how he did these things to me and more, but I never thought he would do them to her. My aunt had a facial expression of "don't worry, I'll take care of it", and she immediately called my step-grandmother and told her what we said. They then picked up my mother and took us all to the hospital to be examined. The doctor told him very sympathetically that there had been no penetration of my sister but that there was evidence of sexual abuse on both of us. I could see from my mother's facial expressions that she had all the time that she didn't want to hear what the doctor was saying and that she wouldn't get any sympathy from him. From then on, my mother disowned me and told me that I was lying and telling the truth. I told him middle of paper......I was touched inappropriately. So maybe my sister would never have had to go through what she went through at such a young age. I would leave the mother part of me the same because it brought me and my sister closer to who we were before at the beginning of our lives. I wouldn't trade anything for it. Conclusion Because of what happened and the events that followed, I became a mother at a very young age. Looking back and knowing what I know now, I feel like if I look back, I see a lot of thoughtful evaluation in myself. Because my sister considered me her main role model and my mother, I took on this role with determination. I would never wish this on anyone in my life. The way we raised ourselves was the way we learned to adapt to our new situation with a mother who didn't care about her children. We made everything work, from school events to boo-boos. I think we did it better than most because I did it that way.