I immediately made up my mind.
The baby reminded me, not only, of my mother but of my childhood.
My mother would often skip dates she was asked on in order to watch the kids she was hired to take care of. It wasn’t until thirteen that I finally noticed how lonely my mother was. So I told her I’d watch the kids for a few hours while she got ready and went out. I’d spent my nights holding diapers and feeding bottles while my mom sifted through dickwad after dickwad.
It wasn’t until Isaac that she finally came home happy. She blushed when I asked her how it was. That kind of joy was the reason I kept watching after the kids. I’d picked up a few skills myself and managed to turn out as a pretty good care taker.
Plus, I had lived the life of an Untouchable for only a few hours and it was s
