Nanny For The Black

Dusk Of Realization

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Both a gift and a thief, time is. Offering moments to hold close, but stolen away if you don't grasp them tightly.

A river that flows indefinitely, carrying people forward whether they're or not. With a future laid far ahead, Always taken for granted, ensured of its existence without much thought.

The mistake of that belief shifts the gaze away, to pour one's attention on worldly matters, forgetting the essence of reality.

Each tick of the clock, dedicated to the continuous digging through life with fraudulent goal, etches deeper into the heart a melancholy regret. Therefore when it's too late, and you look back to your promised river, you become a witness of its drought.

We often think we have more time, that there will be another day, another chance to say the words we mean or to be with those we love. But time is fickle, and its true cruelty lies in its unpredictability. Moments are nothing but grains of sand fallen, irreversibly through the hourglass. The chances, the promises, become irretrievable.

Alexis fell onto that fault...

Her late teenage years were spent apart from the embrace of her papa, Jonathan, and she did not realize her mistake until she saw him within his coffin. The grief of that still sears itself in her memory every day, with many alternative scenarios of doing things differently, just so she could remain in his warmth that was stripped away in a second she took to blink.

But she didn't expect to be a witness of someone falling into the same fault as her...Neither did she want to be that witness.

She shifted uncomfortably in the nursery, her eyes flitting nervously between the clock on the wall and the distressed baby in her hold.

His whimpers were tugging the strings of her heart, elevating the surge of her helplessness.

Lukas had been ill the entirety of the day, and now, his tiny face was contorted in discomfort, his small body writhing restlessly in her embrace.

Nothing she tried worked the magic like it used to-rocking him, singing softly, rubbing his back- nothing seemed to ease his distress.

Her once-confident demeanor crumbled as she looked at the clock. The minutes seemed to drag on, each second a reminder of her inability to provide the comfort he needed.

"I'm sorry, baby...I don't know what to do" She whispered, her voice trembling as she looked desperately around her, seeking an answer to the situation.

"I tried to bring your Dada over, but he..." Her words faltered, and she winced at the recollection of encounter afew minutes ago.

Even after knocking on his door, requesting his presence as a last resort to end the little boy's distress, overcrossing the boundaries for his sake, she was faced with the reality once again. She rudely interrupted her boss in the middle of his meeting. The people who were virtually inside his office, were all looking strangely at her, questioning her sudden presence.

"They all looked at me as if I was incompetent...Maybe they're right" She whispered, pursing her lips together.

But what choice did she have? In a moment of desperation, all she could think of was to drag the father to be besides his child. Yes, she risked the fragile trust between them, the trust he laid on her responsibility to offer utmost comfort and care for his son.

But she didn't regret it one bit...

As Lukas continued to whimper, she felt the weight of her thoughts pressing heavily on her shoulders and she paced restlessly around the room. Her mind squeezed as she sought out ideas, solutions, for ways to calm him, to soothe him so he was no longer in pain.