A Baby Sitter's Love

The Transition

CharlotteI looked at the people on the street, uncertainty overwhelming me. Cold hands, I had no idea what to expect out there now that my life would completely change. I was leaving the orphanage where I grew up, the only home I knew.I was abandoned as a child, only four years old, and never adopted. I don't remember my family from before. My mother left me with a note saying it would be better for me to be in that place. Now, at eighteen years old, the time has come to follow a new path, make choices, and face consequences.I adjusted the backpack on my shoulder carefully. All my belongings were in that bag. I walked to the nearby subway station, confident because I already knew the way. The nuns had helped me in this transitional moment, arranging a nanny job in the house of a powerful lawyer.I went to the indicated address with trepidation, not knowing Manhattan. I always stayed in the Bronx, where I lived and studied, and didn't usually venture out to other places. I arrived a