You lived in a world where people would be sorted into two different categories at eighteen. Little or caregiver, littles were practically helpless and regressed to the minds of children.

You had practically raised your little sister, your parents being busy lawyers who tried they're best for both of you. Taking care of people was practically in your blood, so when the doctor handed you that stupid piece of paper, with that stupid word ’little’ written on it you were shocked.

Your parents and sister were also surprised but supported you non the less, you hated it, didn't they know you!? Didn't they know that this was just a stupid mess up!

The doctors helped your parents find some caregivers for you to meet, much to your dismay. You were in your room, braiding your hair. You heard your mom yell your name and you quickly ran downstairs.

Your mom was in the living room with two men sitting on a couch across from her. A blonde haired one and a light brown haired man...great, another caregiver couple.