after my first babysitter quit - frustration, that is - my parents got me a new babysitter, despite me telling them i could take care of myself. (of course i really couldn't. i was eight and a half.)
my new babysitter was a sweetheart. when something went wrong, she'd just try again. she helped me with my homework and fixed me any snack that i wanted. i never had to worry about her losing her cool. she was patience.
YOU ARE READING
consumed.
Fiksi Remajaif you aren't careful, you might just let your emotions c o n s u m e you.
