Nanny (for) My Son

“Mishenka, baby, tell Grandma Sarah, who is this wonderful woman sitting next to you?”

“She is my mom!”

To confirm these words, the child wrapped my hand, pressing their whole body against me, lifted their face to me, and looking devotedly into my eyes with those huge eyes, asked:

“Won’t you leave anymore?”

“I won’t leave!” I blurted out without thinking, looking into the sincere and trusting eyes of this little, so lonely boy.

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Having found herself without work and facing betrayal from a loved one, the heroine comes to apply for a new job—and finds love and a family.

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From the author: If you like books with smart kids, I invite you to my other books.

Mini-format: “She isn’t your daughter, General”

Single mother: “My (not) relatives”

And: “Happiness of the color of ginger hair.”