It was only after about 2 minutes of silence, when Elizabeth's mom finally started talking.
"So...I suppose that you remember Lizzie." She said hesitantly
"Of course, I do." I nodded, still not looking away from the girl "I remember her very well."
"In a good way, I hope." She smiled
"You can say that too." I smiled at her in return
"Of course!" Lizzie chuckled "I would get offended if you said something else."
"Lizzie, don't be rude." Her mother scolded her slightly before turning back to me "I'm sorry for it."
She made a short pause and coughed before continuing.
"Actually, we also wanted to ask you for one favor if that's not too much trouble." Lizzie's mother said
"Oh, what's that?" I asked, probably being visibly surprised even despite trying to hide it
"You see..." She started "Today, my husband and I need to do a few things in the evening and we'll have to leave Lizzie at home. The woman who lives in front of us said that in the past, you used to babysit her granddaughter and that you're a very trustworthy person. We have just moved to this city about a week ago and don't know anyone here. Could you take care of Lizzie while we're absent today?"
I blinked in confusion until I remembered who she was talking about. Mrs Wheatmore who lives down this street has indeed asked me or Scarlet to babysit with her granddaughter quite a few times in the past. To be honest, I wasn't as good with kids as Scarlet was and because of my current state, I would normally kindly refuse but Lizzie was a different case. I didn't think that such a clever girl could cause much trouble and in addition, if Scarlet was here, she would say that it was a good reason to crawl out of my apartment for once.
"I'll gladly help you!" I answered finally "I'm totally free today so it will cause no trouble at all, Mrs...?"
"Mrs. Cornsberry. I'm sorry for not introducing myself earlier." She apologized
"Don't worry about it. My name is Anthony White." I smiled, introducing myself too
After that, we agreed on the time when I would have to come to their apartment before simply continuing to talk about different things.
It turned out that Elizabeth's father got a raise and their family had to move to our city. Her mother seemed to be a really nice, well-mannered and kind woman, but Lizzie didn't say a single word during our conversation for some reason. It was a little surprising, remembering her behavior last time. I wondered what was the reason for that.
When both of them left, I finally had breakfast, finished my letter for Scarlet and started working.
I forgot to say that I'm, in fact, a journalist. It's quite simple. You get an order for an article about a certain thing, you write it, send it and get money for it. Quite nice, isn't it? I mostly write for one certain online magazine but I don't really care what is it and how it looks like. After all, it's just my job.
My dream is to leave this job after I become a well known writer because even though, my current occupation is simple and nice, it's far from what I want to do in my life. I have always wanted to write books and share my stories and thoughts with the world, hoping that my words could help some people heal their broken hearts and shattered souls and make them feel better. It was my dream.
However, before becoming a real writer, I think that I need to start wanting to live firstly. I've read it somewhere that to be a writer, to describe the lives of other people and to make them seem alive, you need to be alive yourself.
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A Letter From Heaven
General Fiction«My dear Scarlett, It's been 7 months since the day of your death and I still can't forget you. I know that in your reply you're going to say that I'm an idiot and should have moved on long ago, but I honestly can't do it despite all my efforts and...
