Nobody elected you, but somehow you're still in charge.

Mornings start rough, and somebody has to hold the group together before coffee even kicks in. Nobody assigned you the role — it just happened, the way it always does. Everyone else shows up late; you're already managing the chaos.

Every family trip, every project, every group text spirals the same way, and it always somehow becomes your problem to fix. You gave up resisting the title a long time ago. Might as well wear it.

Rebel Ink knows who's really in charge.