Cry, about it.

𝟐- 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭?

While the children I was babysitting were eating their fruits, I was resting my body against the kitchen counter and observing them. In reality, the children had eaten bread, candy, and a variety of other foods throughout the day. However, I don't blame the children for continuing to eat. I'm also not one to turn down food. One of the girls I'm watching, Sarah, holds out a piece of fruit for me and stretches as far as she can for me to take it. But I nicely declined it. I take the slice and place it back on her plate after saying, "No Sarah, that's for you." I just stayed there, keeping an eye on the other girl while she looked around curiously and finished pretty much the entire fruit salad.I just remain motionless, keeping an eye out for those kids. ''Sir?'' The oldest asks me abruptly, staring in my general direction.

Kids are sometimes just like grownups, aren't they? Sarah is five and Percy is seven, yet Percy still occasionally needs some assistance or else she wouldn't eat. "Yes Perc?" she chews, finishing the last piece of her apple and moving on to her next question. '' "When is daddy coming home?" I discovered that they don't even make a single mention of their mother and always ask for their dad. When I said, "Mommy and Daddy are home in about three hours, you guys should be asleep then, but I bet they come across your room to give you guys a little night kiss!" their smile vanished, and since I hadn't yet met the woman, I wondered what kind of 'Mother' she actually is. I've only met the father. The moment Sarah reaches out for me to help her get out of the seat, she says, "Oh.. Okay!" while trying to cheer herself up. And I meticulously do, then put her down. Percy stands up on her own, but I'm waiting behind her to catch her if she falls.

Those kids are the sweetest and most cooperative I have ever faced, and I adore them a lot. I can even finish some of my schoolwork, and I've read about a fifth of my book. I enjoy reading, creating scenarios, and, most of all, the fact that I'm nearly finished with the coursework necessary to fulfill my lifelong dream of becoming a veterinarian. However, my mother's unemployment and my father's status as a wealthy snob who abandoned my mother and me for another family have nothing to do with it. He never treated us well and never cared for us. At the age of thirteen, I began working my first after-school job. Although it was a tad early-you can legally start working at sixteen- I had no other option.Because of my mother's health, she was unable to work, and because I am an only child, I am largely responsible for earning our money. We only had enough money to cover the rent.

Every family I babysit for pays a hefty sum of money, and since I received a scholarship when I first started the study, I didn't have to worry about any of that either. However, now that I live alone, around 20 minutes away from the home I'm presently babysitting at, I don't have to worry about money issues. I currently work as a full-time babysitter.

Even though I still have a long way to go before achieving my dream of becoming a veterinarian, I'm grateful to be here, right now, watching those incredible kids. Despite this, I would never risk working in a daycare facility. ''Ow- Sasha, you stupid fag!'', fag. Where the hell did she learn this from? Sasha was staring at Percy with watery eyes as She had just smacked her with a toy out of rage for accidentally stepping on her foot. How she knew those phrases had me standing there in complete disbelief. Can this be attributed to one of the parents? '' Hey, Hey, What's going on right now?'' I claimed the attention of the children on me, And Sasha ran directly into my arms, leading me to fall to the ground with her now between my legs and her small arms encircling my body.