I'm not sure I'm cut out for this line of work

I sat in the living room of the people I babysat for and listened to their 9 year old cry herself to sleep. All she wanted was her mom, and as hard as I tried I couldn't give that to her at the moment. Her mom was going to be home in a hour and it was already way past her bedtime, but I could feel my heart break for this child as she sobbed in her room for her mother.

The past is a funny thing, I never once said "Oh! This will be fun for now, but in 8 months this will be my past and this will haunt me everytime fate allows." Nope. Never.

Today was one of those awful days that everywhere I went I had a flashback of something like that.
It wasn't good.
Every flashback that happens just happens to be related to fear. That's totally normal right?! Right.

Forgotten.
Alone.
Afraid.
Wanting someone to comfort me.

Well, dear child, once again as you face that moment in time. No one is there. You can't change it.
When people hurt you or annoy you they will always resemble someone that once "loved" you.

"And we are so fragile,
And our cracking bones make noise,
And we are just,
Breakable, breakable, breakable girls and boys."