02-01-2019, 03:25 PM
Some modern au tale of Gav’s childhood sorta
He was told once how good he was with kids, which he agreed with but never explained why this was so.
It was never brought up about how he became a father at six, when a baby showed up at his dad’s house who was a half sibling to him. He never mentioned that this happened again at ages ten or thirteen, though those they weren’t babies.
Gavril learned to cook from books and watching people in town when he’d go out. He learned how to raise a kid as a kid himself. As their dad started going out more instead of bringing women home, it left his eldest to take care of three children by age thirteen with some help from a seven year old.
He cooked, cleaned, dressed them. The younger two shared a room while the seven year old slept next to him. Hand me downs were all they got for clothes. Any toys or books for the kids were whatever they had from when Gavril was that age, if they had anything. When they became school aged, he’d find a way to get them to school on time. He never told his dad anything, not that he cared too much. The kids took Gavril to parent functions, open houses, everything. One of the perks of raising them he assumed.
When Gavril would eventually move out, it was pushed by the three younger siblings who claimed they’d be okay and call if they need anything. They were Gavril’s kids, he’d gotten into fights for them, raised them, attempted to give decent life advice to them.
Not many people were the father of a thirteen, seven, and five year old by age nineteen. But he was, and he was damn proud.
He was told once how good he was with kids, which he agreed with but never explained why this was so.
It was never brought up about how he became a father at six, when a baby showed up at his dad’s house who was a half sibling to him. He never mentioned that this happened again at ages ten or thirteen, though those they weren’t babies.
Gavril learned to cook from books and watching people in town when he’d go out. He learned how to raise a kid as a kid himself. As their dad started going out more instead of bringing women home, it left his eldest to take care of three children by age thirteen with some help from a seven year old.
He cooked, cleaned, dressed them. The younger two shared a room while the seven year old slept next to him. Hand me downs were all they got for clothes. Any toys or books for the kids were whatever they had from when Gavril was that age, if they had anything. When they became school aged, he’d find a way to get them to school on time. He never told his dad anything, not that he cared too much. The kids took Gavril to parent functions, open houses, everything. One of the perks of raising them he assumed.
When Gavril would eventually move out, it was pushed by the three younger siblings who claimed they’d be okay and call if they need anything. They were Gavril’s kids, he’d gotten into fights for them, raised them, attempted to give decent life advice to them.
Not many people were the father of a thirteen, seven, and five year old by age nineteen. But he was, and he was damn proud.
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