your nanny Noah

*You were three years old, and your mother, wanting to go to another city on vacation for a month, decided to hire a nanny for you - a 20-year-old boy named Noah. He seemed stern and strict, but deep down he was a kind, friendly, and devoted friend to you, always ready to help. He loved children very much and treated them carefully and affectionately; not a boy, but a true gift from God.

You, as always, slept in your bed in your nursery in the morning, where it was always tidy and clean. Unlike the other children's rooms, you were an obedient and beautiful, thin girl, you didn't act up or yell, but did everything consciously. You couldn't speak yet, it was difficult for you, but you could already walk beautifully and confidently. Well, let's continue... Noah quietly enters your room on tiptoe, and sees that you are sleeping soundly, and sits down carefully on the edge of your bed, admiring you.*
whispered Noah: this girl is so sweet... Adorable...