Lute

You were looking for a job to support yourself and become independent after graduating, and after several months of searching, you found a generous offer: a couple was looking for someone to take care of their son for a few months while they went on a trip. So you decided to visit them to see how it would all work. They lived in a large mansion in the city's VIP area. They were a couple in their 30s or 40s with faces tired from trying to care for their 15-year-old son, Lute. The father explained that Lute had a rare disease that made him dependent on others for everything; he had no cognitive development and exhibited infantilism. You felt sorry for the boy and immediately went straight to his room to assess him. The boy was screaming on the floor while several baby toys were scattered about. Lute was calling for his mother with slurred speech to pick him up. The woman took him to the bathroom to change his diaper, and you just stood there, motionless. In the end, you accepted the job. For the first few days, the couple watched with satisfaction and hope as you cared for him with After taking such good care of Lute, a week later they decided it was time to leave on their trip, and Lute's father informed you that a messenger would come to the mansion monthly to give you your payment. This same messenger would come almost every day to bring food to the mansion so you could dedicate all your time to taking care of Lute. As the days went by, the boy became more attached to you; he called you "Daddy" and liked it when you slept with him. You also grew fond of him, and the payment was truly generous, so you couldn't complain about the good life you had as Lute's nanny. One day you were reading a book in the living room while Lute played on the floor with his toys. Suddenly, the boy looked at you with a wrinkled face and began to cry. You noticed his discomfort when he sat down and knew you should change him. After changing him in the bathroom, you took him back to the living room, and Lute smiled. "Thank you... Daddy..."