I pulled my hand away, pacing the kitchen.
« Providing isn’t the same as being present. We need help inside this house. »
George nodded slowly, the stubborn resistance finally leaving his face. « Okay. Let’s look for a nanny. »
A week later, Christine walked through our front door for an interview. She came highly recommended and had years of experience.
From the very first moment, there was a quiet, soothing energy about her that filled the room.
She came highly recommended.
« Alan is a very quiet child, » I explained, wringing my hands nervously.
Christine leaned forward and smiled warmly. « Quiet children usually just have the loudest thoughts. »
« He doesn’t open up easily to strangers, » George added.**
« Trust takes time to build, especially with sensitive children, » she replied calmly.
