The Nanny ✔

#9

Word count: 1514

Sophie's POV

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"Then you shade the orange and the banana with a yellow crayon."

"No." Oli frowns.

"What?"

"I want to use blue." Oli argues, her eyes twinkling with mischievousness. She dusts off an imaginary dirt off her Cinderella pink gown and shakes her head.

"You can't use blue, Oli. Do you suck oranges?" I ask softly.

She nods. "Erm, yes."

"Have you ever taken a color blue orange juice? Or a blue banana?"

She giggles as if what I said was really stupid. "No. They're yellow."

"Good girl. Now you'll use yellow, since you and I know that the color of an orange fruit is yellow and not blue."

"Okay. I understand." She nods and begins to shade the orange fruit shape in her drawing book.

I head to the kitchen to check on my meal since it's almost ready. The aroma of the Jollof rice draws me into the kitchen, and I can swear I don't feel my legs till I find myself standing right before the steaming pot of rice.

After checking and adding bits of the necessary ingredients, I add a little quantity of water and cover it up.

"Soph," Oli calls when I make my way out. I check my phone and read the time, ten minutes to six.

"Yes dear, do you need something?"

"I-i want to ask you a question." She says , all trade of excitement from earlier gone.

With furrowed brows, I walk towards the sitting room from the dining.

"Okay."

"What are you doing in our house?"

Taking care of you and getting paid to deal with your childish tantrums! I am tempted to say but swallow the words because the truth is that she has never even thrown a single tantrum since I started working here.

Oli is actually an amazing girl. All it takes is for someone to understand her. She's obedient and loves to learn new things. Her dad is all that matters to her and he's all she keeps talking about day and night.

They are really fond of each other and sometimes, I can't help but feel a bit envious of their relationship even though there's nothing to be envious about. I'm being paid to do my job, not wonder why I no longer have an amazing dad who'll make me one of his utmost priorities- because I lost him to the cold hands of death.

So I sigh and give her a sweet smile. "I am your nanny, sweetie."

"So?" She mumbles with a sour expression.

"Ah- I am a nanny and nannies take care of the children or babies."

"Really?" She blinks.

I am sure her dad told her I was the nanny on the first day I got here though I am not sure he told her what a nanny does.

Maybe she doesn't entirely know what a nanny does...based on her reaction from the first time we met.

"Yes. Why did you ask?" I rest my back but don't move my gaze from hers.

She has something in her mind but she just isn't saying it.

"Do you like my daddy?" She smiles.

"What, no!" I thunder. Like her daddy? When her eyes widens at my reaction, I clear my throat. "Well, no sweetie. I don't like your daddy. I'm just your nanny."