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.
