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saying goodbye to your older sib going off to college … bittersweet AgeReg story

“So.. you’re not.. coming back?” You ask, watching wearily as your sibling packs their final suitcase.

“I am. Don’t worry, kid, I’ll be back on holidays. It’ll be fine. You’re brave, aren’t you?” They ruffle your hair and pinch at your cheek, trying their best to reassure but ultimately failing to soothe.

“I’m going to miss you.” You choke out, feeling the tears begin to prick at the corners of your eyes. Your sibling exhales at the sight.

They cup your face. “If you start crying, I’ll start crying. We have to be strong for each other, kiddo. Can you do that for me? Can you be strong for me?”

“Why can’t I come with you?” You ask, allowing yourself to let loose a few tears. Your sibling sighs. Fear washes over you. How can you live without them?

Laughing, they rub your cheek. “You know the answer to that question, hon. You’re way too little to come with me. They don’t have kid classes in college, not that I know of.”

You cling to them, rub your cheek against their chest. “Please visit as much as you can. You will, won’t you? Won’t you?”

Hesitating, your sibling smiles. “Of course. I’ll visit next week, tell you how things are going. You can visit me, too. Promise to come visit me?”

Your eyes light up. “I’ll visit. I promise.”

“And you can sleepover. And we can watch movies together, and hit up the diner, and go shopping… on a budget.” You both laugh at the last part.

“I’m going to miss you too, little kid. I’m gonna miss you a whole lot.” Your sibling pulls you close, a tight hug.

“you’ll always be my best friend.” you finally say, melting into them.

・・・・・ fictional story about my imaginary cg・・・・・

︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ୨ ♡♡♡ Morning Wid Me n My Mama ♡♡♡ ୧ ︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶

Deaw diawy...

I had da best da ever wid ma mama. Iz waz sooo gud (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ

I gotted to eep over wid her yesterday n iz was so nice n she hewped me wid da buttons on m onzie n i gotta snuggle up so close to her (˶˘ ³˘(´͈ ᵕ `͈˶) so i was tinking i would wake up next to her bu when i woke she was gone ( ˶°ㅁ°) !!

iz was so weird n i was so sad, where did she go? (๑﹏๑//) I awmost started cwying bu den i called out to her n she came in cause she was just in da kitchen ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ ). She said she twied to wake me to teww me she was going bu dat i was eeping too hawd

Anyways i was no sad anymoar cause she gave me pancakes!!! (っˆڡˆς) Dey had smiwey faces on dem wid chocowate chips 🍫 n stwawbewwies 🍓 N!!! She let me has ice cweam wid dem. Iz waz soo yummy 🥞🥞🥞

me waz sooo happy, waz pwetty messy so gotta cwean ma onzie (,,>﹏<,,) bu was defwnitwy wort it

hello! this is kinda different from what I normally post but I write a lot of stories about imaginary caregivers so I'm trying to form a more solid imaginary caregiver I can use for comfort

feel free to insert your own imaginary or fictional caregiver here :3

Caregiver healing from having a toxic little with their new little (little talk has plain text in brackets after it)

You get to your little's place after a long day at work. After a bit of playing with them they tell you, "you seem tiwed" (you seem tired)

"sorry, my precious"

"no, itz ok. but r u gud?" (no, it's okay. But are you good?)

"I'm just a little stressed about my work, that's all"

"ooh, jobs are vewy hard. I awways getz eepy ater work" (oh, jobs are very hard. I always get sleepy after work)

"well, good thing you have me here to look after you"

"but whatz abou u???" (but what about you)

"I'm okay"

"nu, bubba needa west wight now" (no, bubba (caregiver) needs to rest right now), your little one takes your hand and leads you over to their bed before weakly pushing you onto it.

"come on munchkin, I'm here to take care of you, not to nap"

"bu-but I needz u ta be wested s-so we can both be appy n pway" (but I need you to be rested so we can both be happy and play)

"okay, if you insist"

"yayyy, okie, nuw stay hewe. I needa get u stuff" (yay, okay, now stay here. I need to get you stuff)

"be safe!!!" you shout out as they rush off to the kitchen.

You wait in bed thinking over what your little tot could be doing. You listen carefully to make sure there are no concerning noises and while there are a couple thunks they're all followed by a quick "I okey" (I'm okay). You start to feel more guilty about leaving your little alone especially when they're this small and running around the house to do whatever they want. You think about how you're last little would have come back crying about how you didn't follow them even though they told you not to.

As your fears start to creep, thinking of your little muffin coming back upset or hurt they appear in the doorway happy as ever

" 'ook wa I made fur u" (look what I made for you?)

They present you with their favourite plate with a messy peanut butter and jelly sandwich in one section, chips in another and a mix of blueberries and raspberries in the last.

"I didznt cut da sammich cause i knuw u dun wanme usin sharp stuff. Annnn! N i added fwuits cause you awways say dere 'mpowtant" "I didn't cut up the sandwich because I know you don't want me using sharp objects. And! I added fruits because you always say they are important)

"aww, you're such a good kid" you say was you rub their hair.

"canz I cuddle wid u?" (can I cuddle with you?)

"of course!"

You lay there, hugging them and snacking on the food they made for you for a while.

"Hey button, I'm really sorry I couldn't be that good of a caregiver today"

"wha??? you were da best today!" (What? You were the best today) they cuddle into your arm, "I don eed you tu awways be stwong for me. ur da best cause I wuv u not cause of da stuff u do" (I don't need you to always be strong for me. You're the best because I love you, not because of the stuff you do for me)