Most people would think that being raised by the government would be something terrible, something horrible. After all government is constantly divided and always fighting about something not to mention it takes about forever to get anything done but honestly it’s not like that.

I’m not some cold distant kid who never knew love or friendship. Of course I know who my parents are and they visit frequently.

It all goes back to the year 2025. The world was finally recovered from a massively deadly disease as well one of the greatest divides in the country. In history we refer to this as the great split. Our teachers don’t call it war because it never reached that point, although it came very close. People grew tired of fighting and arguing and being divided on everything from birth control to policing to medical rights. It all sounds so wildly frustrating. The government stepped in, the initial plan was to try to mend the brokenness of the country but sometimes things just break too much. People were set in their ways and stubborn, refusing to change or even acknowledge that other people might have different opinions. There were rallies and meetings and protest against the rallies and people of all kinds calling for a change but no one knew where to start. What can you do when no one wants to work with anyone.

You start over. You start with the next generation. At first it was just a scientific test. Could you raise children simply on facts and research? Could we take the bias and the prejudice out of the children that were being raised? The short answer yes. After multiple studies done in several counties scientist from across the globe discovered that emotions were holding children back. Emotions were holding everyone back. That when the real change began. Children no longer grew up with their parents rather they grew up being cared for by the government in a organization for child’s well-being and mental health. Agents were assigned to raise children in all aspects starting after the first year. All children now live on government facilities and are taught to debate rather then yell and research rather then boldly claim.

While we are at school we are studied and examined by scientist and psychologist both who ensure children are being cared for physically and emotionally.

My parents visit and we are able to spend time away from the facility and do what any normal child would have done back in the before days as my father calls it. We have lunch, we talk and we simply enjoy our time together. My mother tells me that about life in the before time. She tells me that some parents struggled to feed their babies, she tells me that some families fought all the time and she tells me that families sometimes were more like strangers in the same house. My mother also tells me about families that would play board games or watch movies all night. She tells me about her childhood. She tells me about her mother and father making fires in the summer and roasting s’mores. She tells me about jumping in leaves in the fall with her dog. She tells me about building snowmen with her sister in the winter and she tell me about running around for hours in the backyard in the spring. My father tells me about his childhood too. He tells me about camping and hiking trips he would take with his father and watching the sunset and looking up at the stars. My father tells me about the times his family struggled to put food on the table and how his parents would fight when they thought he was asleep. They tell me their stories so I can know what life was like.

Being raised by the government is not as bad as you would think. I never hear my parents fight, I don’t worry about food, water, or shelter. I have friends and I have a family. It’s not perfect there are bad days and there are things such as pets I will never have or camping trips I will never go on and sometimes I do wish things were different but mostly it’s okay. I have everything I need and that’s what important