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"She was born seventeen years ago, and I've been taking care of her since the very first day. Her father hired me to be her full time guardian. I was his CFO's son, and he knew very well I would be capable of doing a good job taking care of his daughter. Part of me still believes he wasn't interested in who would take care of her, as long as someone did.
"At first, I found the job humiliating. How dare he? I was clever enough to take on my father's position later on when he retired. I wasn't a babysitter. Too quick for my own good, I found the baby girl to be really amusing. She was able to put her own jacket on at age one. All by herself. She was able to say her first sentence earlier than any other kid. She was just one of the smartest babies I had ever seen."
"She started to realize her parents distant way of communication with her at age three. She fought really hard for their attention, tried everything. Her mother didn't even attempt to breastfeed her, I was the one who made bottles for her to drink. Her mother, like her father, owned an active business that kept her away from home a lot. Fayth didn't understand any of this. She was too young to understand.
"She simply thought her parents hated her for existing as she was the only thing in their life they would have worked on and not earned any money from. It sounded stupid, but quite a thing coming from a toddler. When she said this to me is when I realized how alone she must have been feeling. Even with me filling up her time, it still was not enough.
"Unfortunately, most of her ideas of perfect parental love came from the movies and the TV shows that she'd watch, and when she compared herself to what she'd see, she blamed herself for not being good enough so that her parents could care for her like others did for their children.
"The years started to pass by slowly and she grew up with unpleasant feelings toward her parents. She started refusing the short moments she had the chance to meet with them – the moments she had longed for when she was a toddler, and eventually she just treated them as if they were complete strangers.
"Neither of her parents ever remembered her birthday. Not even a call asking me to say happy birthday to her. They treated her as if she didn't exist. As if a child of theirs wasn't out there in the world in need of their parental love. Work took over their entire lives, and pushed away Fayth to the depths of despair. Her hate grew, she couldn't stand seeing anyone in love in front of her eyes.
"Love to her was deception inside of deception. Something only hypocrites would take part in. She believed that they were weak feelings, that they would only make a person vulnerable. She hated it being said to her. She hated it being said around her. She loathed seeing parents adoring their kids, because she believed it was only a mask, that they really would rather their kids be gone.
"Dad, look!" Four-year-old Fayth took the cut-out picture of her flower and walked over to her father, to where he stood in the dining area. She hadn't seen him in two months.
Looking at his secretary, who was bringing out an email for him to see, he pushed past Fayth, to the point where she fell on her bottom, and walked away to the laptop.
She sat there waiting for him to come back, patiently.
He didn't.
He left and the next time she saw him was six months later.
Her mom was getting ready for an event. She had finally come back home after four months of residing in another state. Fayth woke up and ran over to her mother's bedroom.
She slowly opened the door and peeked in. She watched as her mom put on her makeup and slipped on her heels.
Busy, I'll come back later. I don't want her to be mad at me.
Later, when her mom was on the phone yelling at her driver for being late, Fayth made her way down the stairs in one of her mom's heels. She tried her best to look as good as her mom did with lipstick and blush.
"Mama," she called out, fear eating her from the inside that her mom might have already left. "Mama look. What do you think?"
Fayth was barely able to walk in the oversized heels.
Her mother turned around, her furious expression because of the driver being late didn't change. She hung up the phone and made her way to Fayth.
Took her hand.
And slapped it, twice, hard.
"Don't you ever go into my room or touch any of my things again."
Without care, she took a hold of Fayth's leg, and took off her heels.
Fayth, now on the floor, watched as her mom ushered one of her house caretakers to take the heels back to her room.
I always make her mad. I'm so stupid, why do I make her mad? That's why she leaves me, because I'm so, so, so stupid!
Fayth was five.
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