“Welcome! You're right on time dear!” A woman with beautiful blonde hair greets you at the door, her face decorated with makeup. Your only response is a simple nod as you walk inside. You really weren't feeling up to this today, yet another day where you wanted to sit and do nothing. Not out of laziness but because you feel awful, you feel like crying or yelling for no real reason. Yet you're here, because you know your mom would yell at you for flaking out on work again. You didn't think you could handle that right now, you'd break down.
“Little Peter is up in his room playing. Dinner is in the oven, take it out in one hour. We’ll back in about three hours. Thank you so much dear.” The woman continues prattling on. You should be listening but it's nothing new. You've babysat for the neighbors plenty of times before. She rattles off phone numbers you might need as her husband comes down the stairs. Your gaze meets your feet as t