An Unknown Parent

I smiled from the control room of the mind space. I watched my kid, a little five year old child, parent her sibling. Do I hate that this is what she has to do? Yes, so much. But she's doing splendid, even without me here with her. I glanced away from the 'screen' showing my little one as I heard a noise from the back of the mind space. I quickly refocused on the child in contol of the body as I heard a sort of yelp as they pulled a metal can of green beans out of the microwave.

'What happened?' I asked tentiatively. I had to be passive about asking and comunicating with my kid. She doesn't even know I exist, lest that cause her more trauma than her parents had caused her.

'Izie put it in the microwave and it looked like there were sparks! Your not supposed to put metal in the microwave! I should calm Izie down, then put her in the living room, make food, then make sure she has a time out.' I nodded in the mindspace as Sammie thought out her movements. I sighed and hesitantly stepped away from the control pannel and chair. I had others I had to make sure were alright. I had to make sure I ate so I didn't let my kids have a bad role model. I walked out of the control room, leaving the door open so I would be able to hear if something went wrong.

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This is a memory from Sam, our gate keeper, physical protector, and the best Father. He has always been with us. Even when the host didn't know we were a system. This was wrote in his perspective of the event.