Ready for bed

It is not even 9.

This is what happens when you step in for someone.

Granted,

  I only try to relate.

I hope there is a tinge of honesty.

I don't have any kids,

  so she is little adult.

I hate to think what she would have learned if I had been here earlier.

It would have been fun watching her teachers.

She gets to ask me anything she is comfortable with,

  which means almost anything.

Both of us are bitter.

Brother,

  why couldn't you stand up, and raise a child?