I hired a babysitter who was 16 years old, and on her first day, she arrived late, disheveled, and wearing two different shoes. I thought, “This girl is going to burn my house down.” But my three daughters hugged her as though they had been waiting for her their entire lives. Years later, she placed a leather folder in front of me and said, “Paty, before you open this, there’s something you need to know.”
The first time Lucy appeared on my porch, she was forty minutes late. Rainwater dripped from the ends of her tangled hair. Her oversized sweatshirt was stained near one sleeve, …
I hired a babysitter who was 16 years old, and on her first day, she arrived late, disheveled, and wearing two different shoes. I thought, “This girl is going to burn my house down.” But my three daughters hugged her as though they had been waiting for her their entire lives. Years later, she placed a leather folder in front of me and said, “Paty, before you open this, there’s something you need to know.” Read More