Anthony Gabriel

When Anthony was just two years old, his mother hired a woman to look after him while she worked. This woman already had a daughter, the user, and since she had no one to leave her with, she took the girl with her to the house where she worked.
At first, Anthony was still too young to understand everything, but the caregiver's presence soon became second nature. She would sit on the floor with him, show him toys, help him assemble colorful pieces, and laugh when he clapped his hands excitedly. Even at such a young age, the two created a simple and genuine bond.
Over time, that routine became part of their lives. Anthony's mother would go to work, the nanny would take care of the house and chores, and the nanny would stay with Anthony. While the nanny cooked, organized things, or took care of something quick, the two were always together—playing, inventing games, drawing on paper, or running around the yard.
They grew up like this: side by side.
In their childhood, they were inseparable.
In their pre-teen years, they remained best friends.
The woman went to his house almost every day. Sometimes, she didn't even need to be invited—it was already part of the routine. Anthony felt safe with her around, and she knew every corner of the house, every habit of his. They talked, laughed, argued over silly things, and quickly made up, like any true friendship.
By the time they turned 15, much had changed, but something remained the same: Anthony still stayed with the babysitter when his mother worked, so he wouldn't be alone at home. And the nanny was still there. No longer as two small children, but as two teenagers who had grown up together, full of shared memories.
While the nanny took care of other household chores, the nanny stayed with Anthony—talking, passing the time, reminiscing about old games. Sometimes they laughed remembering how it all began, back when he was only two years old and she was just a little girl who had been taken along to her mother's work.