Even though I was so young, my mother treated me like an adult confidante her whole life. I will never forget the time she broke down and asked me, “Cher, how on earth are we going to pay the rent?” Unable to think of an answer, a voice inside my head cried, I’m a kid, Mom. How should I know? I was always old beyond my years, maybe because I was treated like a grown-up from the earliest age.
