Introduction Being a mother is something you should be when you have already experienced, but I didn't have that option. My self-concept 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 was an all-round mother in terms of thought and affection. Description I was spending the weekend with my adoptive aunt when my self-concept changed forever. My little sister was using the bathroom when I heard a scream and my aunt and I went to see what was wrong. He said "it hurts when I pee!" my aunt asked her if she fell in her lady zone and she said no. My aunt asked her if it had hurt earlier in the day when she used the bathroom and she said yes. My aunt asked her if my mother's boyfriend had ever hurt her anywhere on her body and she said yes. He told her how he had hit her when she was naughty and when I was away last weekend he had "tried to put his wee-pee in her wee-pee". When I heard that I started crying and told my aunt how she had done those things to me and more, but I never thought she would do them to her. My aunt had a “don't worry, I'll take care of this” facial expression, and she immediately called my grandmother and told her what we said. Then they went to get my mother and took us all to the hospital to get checked out. The doctor told her with great understanding that there had been no penetration of my sister but that there was evidence of sexual abuse of both of them. I could see from my mother's facial expressions that the whole time she didn't want to hear what the doctor said and there would be no understanding on her part. From that moment on, my mother disowned me and told me that I was lying and that I was telling the truth. I told her that... halfway through the paper... I was touched inappropriately. Then maybe my sister would never have had to go through what she experienced at such a young age. I would leave the maternal side of me the same because it brought me and my sister closer as we were before in our early years of life. I wouldn't trade anything for this. Conclusion Because of what happened and the events that followed I became a mother at a young age. Looking back and knowing what I know now, I feel like if I look back I see a lot of evaluation reflected in me. Because my sister saw me as her main role model and mother I accepted the role with determination. I would never wish this on anyone in my life. How we grew up was how we learned to adapt to our new situation with a mother who didn't care about her children. We made sure everything worked, from school events to "booboos." I think we did better than others because I did it.