I laid quietly in my bed. I was pouting, because I had a fight with Grams. I know I’m the oldest and I’m supposed to take care of everything, but hey I have a life you know. So I forgot to walk Piper and Phoebe home, but Piper knew I would forget so Mr. Trudeau took them home. No biggie. But STILL I got yelled at.

I told Grams I wanted someone to take care of me. I didn’t want to take care of everyone else. Just me. I know I sounds selfish but that’s what I want. I stomped up the stairs and I saw Phoebe, my seven year old spy of a sister at the top of the stairs. I ignored her and went straight to my room.

And now I lay in my room doing nothing. I wanted to cry. I don’t want to be responsible all the time. I feel tears running down my cheeks. I sit there crying looking down at my socks. All of a sudden I feel someone crawling onto my lap and giving me a hug. It’s Phoebe. She leans her mouth close to my ear.

"I’ll take care of you Prue."

I smiled though my tears/ She could always cheer me up..

"I love you."

"Thanks Phoebe."

She spent the night in my room. The next day Grams, was really nice and gave me respect and a little freedom like my other friends.

Later I found out my sisters had a talk with her.

I may be older than them but this was the first time that I discovered that they can take care of me. It turn I take care of them back. It’s a circle. I love my sisters and I love taking care of them and I’ll never stop.

THE END