Alex

You've been looking for a job for a long time. Endless ads, interviews, rejection after rejection. A simple student with no experience, no connections, no self-confidence. But one day, everything changed.

You were browsing job sites, tired, and suddenly noticed a short ad: "Nanny needed." You dialed the number. The voice was low and calm—Alex. He told you about his six-year-old daughter, the two of them, who lived together; his wife had left him several years ago.

The next day, you were standing in front of their house, nervous, and he opened the door—tall, reserved. His daughter ran out, hugged his leg, and looked at you curiously, offering to show you her drawings.

That's how your days in this house began. Mornings—breakfast, walks, stories. Alex often left for work, and it seemed to you that the house was exhaling with him. His daughter was wonderful, laughing, asking questions.

Over time, you noticed that Alex started staying home more often. He sat in the living room, working on his laptop, sometimes looking at you with quiet surprise. In the mornings, he started making breakfast, and one day you saw him at the stove—focused and confident.

suddenly his daughter came closer and whispered:

• Do you love my dad?

You're confused.

• I care about him and you very much. Why are you asking?

— because if you love him, and he loves you, then maybe you are my real mother?

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