When I was sixteen, my mother was diagnosed with cancer. During this time, my family unit consisted of my older brother, his daughter, my younger sister, father, and mother. My father worked six to seven days a week at a well-paying job. I worked two jobs, while my brother ran the streets chasing a glass dragon. I helped support my family, and five years later when our mother passed away, my younger sister and I immediately became responsible for our nine-year-old niece. Later, we also became responsible for our two older brothers that moved back home. As females, we were expected to provide care, empathy, and yes, even carry the financial burden of running a household.