A is for Autism

 Pulling down my pencil skirt, I tilted my chin up and beamed a fake smile, "Hi my name is Winifred Jackson III, i'm 22 years old and freshly graduated from Yale University. I think i'd do wonderful being your nanny because I can cook, clean, I'm educated, I have a healthy relationship with my family—"

I stopped, that was a complete and total lie. Healthy relationship my family? Who would believe that?

"Come on Winifred! For christ sake's, you have Eidetic memory, think of a speech and go with that!" I yelled at myself in the bathroom mirror. I was currently at The Wilson Inc. building getting for an interview.

"What could go wrong? Maybe some 50 Shades of Gray action? Or-Or what if I have a panic attack.. oh my god... oh my god." I start to hyperventilate, closing my eyes I push back wild baby hair's that kept falling over my glasses, "Oh god what if she's racist!" I panic even more.

Suddenly, in one of the stalls an elderly woman — maybe in her mid fifties — walked out with a little smile and went to the sink next to me. "Honey there's no need to panic, i'm sure the Wilson's will love you."

I looked at the woman with uncertainty, " But... what if they think that I have too much baggage to be a nanny."

"Nonsense child, I bet Mrs. Wilson was happy that a graduate student want's to be a nanny, if they don't like you, you could defiantly get a better job." The lady said drying her hands. I smiled a bit, she calmed me down without me even knowing.

"Thank you..."

"You can can me Mrs.Ashly. I'll see you soon Winifred."

After pining my hair up with pins and splashing my face, I finally walked out the bathroom and towards the office where the interview is held.

"Hi, i'm here for the nanny position." I said weakly pushing up glasses, looking ay the girl with an overly baked face. She looked me up and down with disgust.

"Go ahead." She snapped and went back to baking her face.

I knocked on the door and stepped in, the office was not what I was expecting. In the middle of the room was, of course there's the typical desk, a huge rug in the middle and window that opens up to the city. On the right side was a small desk with simply a laptop and flower vase. Finally, what shocked me the most was on the left, there was a desk that had drawings on it, but scattered with crayons and markers, there was a pull out bed that had spongebob layout. Scattered around it was some dinosaurs, superhero action figures and comics. Lastly there was a Xbox and Playstation connected to the TV that was planted on the wall.

"Hello! You must be Winifred, how are you?" A bubbly voice boomed. I looked up where the voice came. There was a man, i'm assuming is Mr. Donner Wilson. He looked like santa, with his very silver hair and very blue eyes.

I cleared my throat, "Y-Yes I am."

"Well child have a seat! I don't bite, I do need to interview you!" He said overly excited.

"O-Oh! Um, I thought Mrs. Wilson was going to interview me but o-ok!" I said taking the seat in front of him.

Mr. Wilson rubbed his beard and grumbled, " Yes, I know but she's not here right now and your interviewing to babysit my son so I should know you too! So, uh, have you taken care of any other kid before.

"Yes I have, i'm not sure if you heard of my story before but Im an orphan and I never got adopted so most nanny's depended on me to take care of the younger children and I guess ever since of loved little kids." I smiled thinking of my last few years as a helper.

"Interesting. Eidetic Memory, what is that exactly." He said as he flipped through my resume.

"Oh! To keep it simple, my mind is basically like a file cabinet, everything I ever seen or learned is permanently imprinted in my brain, so i'll ever forget it.

"So if you saw a naked person you'd never forget that?" Mr. Wilson asked stroking his beard.

I laughed awkwardly, I was used to that one question but it was weird having an successful adult ask the question. Suddenly, the door opened and in stepped a male, probably the same age as me. The male was tall, lean and despite his super white/silvery and electric eyes, he gave off a mysterious vibe. I felt oddly attracted to him.

The male didn't even pay attention to us, he sat his book bag down, kicked his shoes off and played down on the spongebob comforter. Confused, I turned my attention back to the door where someone else walked in.

"Mrs. Ashly?" I said confused.

"Oh! So you have met my wife already!" Mr. Wilson said getting up to greet his wife

"Yes, Donner I met Winifred in the lady's room, wonderful isn't she? And how many times do I have to tell you not to sit at my desk, no cake for you tonight." She scolded her husband was currently pouting.

She then turned to the mystery male, "Blue, honey, I know you want to nap but I want you to meet your nanny."

The male — Blue — groaned and got up and sulked over to the little huddle session. "Winifred this is our son Blue Wilson, and you will be his nanny. I hope you're familiar with autism."