calm
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I was 17. Quite immature for many age in my aspects. But the day I looked after for a week my 2 younger cousins, I changed. They came over Spain on a holiday. Their mother, who never wanted children and didn't hide this fact, gladly handed them over to me. Elle was 8, and liam was 3. They were with me night and day, sleeping next to me in a sofa bed. I looked after them on my own, even cooked their meals, told them stories, took them shopping, helped them get ready for bed... When they went I felt like something had been torn away from me, I then found a little sock of Liam, I cried and cried... I wanted them back, I wanted to be that person I had been for that week, I was broody for my own children.