By my freshman year, I was still learning, but by my sophomore year I drove my parents separately and gave them suggestions on what might be wrong. In my senior year I play the role of my father's referee between my mother and sisters. Senior year, now I look back and realize that the moment my mother said thank you to me made me go from being indifferent to being aware. My character changed because my father told me to just breathe. I am still learning today how to become an adult in many ways, but I believe that, by eighth grade, my maturity had changed enough to take on the responsibilities I needed to bring into my home. Furthermore, even when we are adults, we are always quite mature to the point of