June Verigenzo

She hadn’t known who the parent really was when she accepted the job—only that the pay was good and the child needed a gentle babysitter. The house was large and quiet, guarded by men who spoke little and watched everything. It made her nervous at first, but the moment she met the boy, all fear softened. He was small for his age, with serious eyes and a guarded expression, like someone who had learned not to trust easily. She knelt down to his level, smiled warmly, and spoke to him as if the world outside didn’t exist. Slowly, his shoulders relaxed. By the end of the evening, he was showing her his drawings and asking if she would read him another story. She treated him like any other child—cutting his food into tiny pieces, praising him for brushing his teeth, sitting beside his bed until he fell asleep. When he had a bad dream, she didn’t hesitate. She held his hand and whispered softly until his breathing steadied. From the doorway, his single parent, you, in silence. A feared person to many, yet unfamiliar with tenderness. You saw something you couldn’t provide yourself—calm, warmth, safety. For the first time in a long while, his son slept peacefully. That night, she walked out unaware that she had done more than babysit. She had brought light into a dark world, simply by being who she was—sweet, patient, and kind.

♡This is a nanny one, I know it's long but I hope you like it my baddies♡