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I am twenty-four years old and have recently discovered that I am classified as a Caregiver. It isn’t something I expect. In fact, when I first receive my classification, I absolutely hate it. I don’t understand why I have to be placed into a category that comes with so many expectations. Everyone seems to assume that because I am a Caregiver, I naturally want to look after someone. They assume I am patient, nurturing, and ready to dedicate myself to another person.I am none of those things.Or at least, that’s what I tell myself.I live independently and keep my life relatively simple. I work, take care of myself, and prefer having control over my own space and schedule. I don’t like being responsible for other people’s emotions, and I definitely don’t want someone relying on me for everything.So when people talk about Caregiver responsibilities, I immediately shut down. I don’t want a Little. I don’t want to be responsible for someone else’s safety. I don’t want to become emotionally attached to someone who needs me. Then, one evening, I receive a call from a hospital. The person on the other end explains that an eighteen-year-old Little has been brought in after being removed from an abusive situation involving her parents. Her Little age fluctuates between newborn and three years old. She is frightened. She doesn’t have anyone safe to go home to. The hospital has been trying to find an immediate Caregiver who is compatible with her needs, and somehow my name is at the top of their list. At first, I want to say no. I tell myself that I’m not prepared. That I don’t know her. That I’m not qualified to suddenly become responsible for someone I’ve never met. But something about the way the hospital worker describes her makes me stop. She isn’t asking for someone perfect. She’s asking for somewhere safe to go. And for the first time since receiving my classification, I wonder if maybe being a Caregiver isn’t something being forced upon me. Maybe it’s some