When I was thirteen, my father died and my mother had to work all the time, so it was up to me to raise my two little brothers. Kids have done it before, and I did it without complaining, but sometimes I would get so irritated with them and with my situation because there were so many things I wanted to do with my life. I wanted to play sports; I wanted to hang out at the corner with my friends. I didn't want to be stuck at home everyday cooking and cleaning, but I would never complain because my mom was working harder than I was.