THE NANNY
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rried about my mom. She had been diagnosed with cancer earlier last year, and the treatments had taken more from her than I e
and grease, and the fluorescent lights buzzed faintly above us. It wasn't glamorous, but it was s
and late-night regulars looking for something warm. I was running on fumes, wiping down tables and refilling coffee cups while keepin
e slid into a booth by the door and ordered a black coffee. Something about him put me on edge, though I couldn't s
ignore him. When he finished his coffee and stood, I thought he was leavin
froze. Then in
ed, my voice louder
the jar, and I could see the conflict written all over his face. He wasn't just trying to
off. "I get it. I really do. But I need that money. My mom-" My throat tightened
without a word, he placed the jar back on
ehind him. I should've felt angry or relieved, but all I felt wa
f how fragile everything was. Looking back now, I realize that moment wasn't just about the money. It was about th
night wasn't the end of the st
ould be and won't even be considerate. I remember asking him for a loan promising
thinking when she m
is words each time
woman. She's what I always toast her with "an epitome of beauty" slim and slender, blue eyes which turned brown because of her illness. She had a very long hair which
mom had, I was a bit different fro
slim and a curvy slender waist I always
ed. The space worn but cared for, showing signs of daily struggle and resilience. The walls
basic appliances that are
ave me a reassuring smile but I saw pains and penury in her smile. She didn't say any
rs calling and the constant worry over my mom's health were pushing me to my breaking point. The bills were piling up, and I
times, I vowed to never ask him for anything again. But that
was refilling the sugar dispensers, Tom s
nter as if we were old friends, "there's
ok up. "Not
en heard what I
't nee
h, and generous, if you play your cards right. Word is, he's look
iliar, probably from some headline or gossip I'd overheard. A billionaire who'd made his
e wavered slightly.their rules and expectations, s
d been planted, and it would grow, twisting its way