The Accidental Nanny

lemon-scented despair. You'd think with all the money they make

Not just physically, like she was somehow folding inward from the weight of being unconscious for too

gain this morning. Set off the fire alarm, think it hates me. Or maybe it's just mad that

eyelids, not that I expected anyth

hy curtains, a water jug I was too scared to drink from. My

. "I really, really miss you. I keep trying to

"It's hard, Mom. The bills are stacking up, my job is...ugh, don't get me started a

die. Still wearing it. Smells like la

ed with his usual neutral expression that always made me fe

dding politely. "How

definitely not fine' smile. "Stil

s. "Your mother's vitals remain stable. That's

in a wai

. Recovery from this kind of trauma takes time, and eve

keeping me from pulling my hair out and applyi

oulder, and left. I returned to M

I'm not. Mentally, emotionally, financially....I'm basica

g, okay? I'm doing my best. So, if you could just... wa

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hen her eyel

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ovement again,

eal? Was it just my brain messing with me from all

just run a marathon. And suddenly, for the first

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