As a young nanny, I adored him quietly, this boy. When he turned twelve, I bought a drone so he could fly-fly-fly away from selfish parents. At fifteen, I taught him how to navigate black, winding roads.
At twenty-one, he came back to me, before the March rain, in bloom.
Angela Carlton wrote this story.
Beautiful, Angela!
Sexy, wild, a little perverted
Good job 👍👍
A lovely little tale about unconditional love.
Yes, thank you everyone for your cool insight. It’s a story that’s told from the perspective of “teen nanny,” surrounding two old souls who bond.
A bond that “blossoms” later in life! Sweet story.
Wow! A life story in four sentences
Spare, concise, heart-spoken.
Well done, Angela!