We entered the house in a hurry.
"Is that mirror in Emily's room?" Laura asked.
"Yes."
"Where?"
"The second floor."
We climbed the stairs quickly. John who was in the front opened the door to Emily's room roughly. I was astonished to see it. It's true that the mirror is still in the same place, but that's not what I meant. Instead, the mirror's surface was covered in blood.
There was a fishy smell when we entered. I can feel the chills down my spine looking at the mirror. Because John was in a hurry, he didn't have time to think about bringing his equipment. He asked me to prepare three candles. As per instructions, I immediately went downstairs and headed for the kitchen. Luckily, there are still candles at home. I quickly grabbed some candles and a lighter and went back upstairs.
John accepted it and lit a candle in fro
I've visited several offices, hoping they'd open a job opening for me. In fact, everything is not as expected. They refused for various reasons. I wanted to give up, but that was impossible. Considering my dwindling savings. I also don't want to rely on Carlos' money. He only gave money out of pity. Totally unreliable. Besides, if it weren't for Emily, I wouldn't have taken any money from her. I stopped the car at a gas station. Refuel and stop there for a while. One what? I have visited three companies. There is one vacancy left, but this is not an office, but a factory that makes pickles. It does not matter. Like I said, if this could really provide for Emily and me, I would. I started the car again. Head to the factory. The car is moving at a moderate speed. I reached the place in the afternoon. Confidently meet the HRD of the factory.
Tonight they stay at the hospital. Stephanie was still in the same condition. Emily fell asleep on the sofa, while Isabelle fell asleep sitting next to Stephanie. The uncomfortable position and the unfavorable conditions of the place made Isabelle unable to sleep well. Dizziness struck due to restless sleep. Isabelle chose to open social media. Saw some of his friends' posts. Put react and comments. He also sees posts in the groups he follows. Instantly his eyes fell on the post of a young woman with an account named Stacy Kate. She is looking for a job as a nanny. It just so happened that Isabelle was looking for a nanny for her child. He called the cell phone number listed in the post. The call tone sounded three times, there was no answer from the owner of the post. Isabelle didn't give up. Maybe this is the way for him. He tried to call the number again
We sat together at the dining table. Emily looked beautiful even though she was wearing an Annabelle costume. I do it with my make-up. We ate in silence. Emily just rummaged through her food without getting excited. "Emily, what's going on?" "I miss daddy." I sighed, "I know want you feel. But this is the best for us." "Can we meet with daddy?" I paused, "I am not sure." "Why is Mommy so mean? Why did Mommy choose to separate from Daddy?!" Emily looked angry. "Emily, you're still a kid. You shouldn't have said that!" "I hate mommy!" "What?!" Emily slammed the fork and spoon on the plate and ran up the stairs. He must have gone into his room. I took another deep breath. Holding my head with both hands. Oh God! I lost my appetizer. Wondering if everything I did was w
I visited the home of an employment agency. He channeled women who wanted to work as caregivers for both the elderly and children. 'Knock Knock' A woman in a maid uniform came to open the door. "Hi, how I can help you?" "Hi. I want to meet with Mrs. Jennifer." "Have you made an appointment with him?" "Sure!" "Okay wait a minute." He closed the door and left us. Soon the woman returned. "Come in. The madam is waiting." "Alright. Thanks." She guides us to a room. "He's inside." "Thanks." 'Knock Knock' "Come in." I opened the door and entered his room. Looks like a room like a private office. I introduced myself again and explained what I meant. Mrs. Jennifer handed me a book with a list of women who had registered as caregivers.
I'm chopping carrots on the kitchen table. Prepared breakfast for Emily and me. Stephanie refuses to eat at my house. The reason is because he will have an appointment this morning with a founder at a publisher. Emily is still in front of the television watching her favorite cat cartoon. Occasionally he laughed while munching on a snack that was in his lap. I'm quite happy to see he can still laugh. Although to be honest I know his feelings must be sad to see his mommy and daddy no longer together. There are no happy children of separated parents. But again, I had no other choice. Carlos started it. I suddenly remembered our conversation last night. I think Stephanie is right, I should move out of this house and live a new life. This house is full of my memories with Carlos. 'Aaah!' Shit! I accidentally cut my own finger with a knife until it bled. I
The alarm sounded just in time. At 6.00 AM, I immediately got up and opened the curtains. I ran out of the room and opened the door to my daughter's room. She was still there, fast asleep on the bed. She must be tired from playing all night. Okay. I'll wake her up later after breakfast is ready. I slowly descended the stairs. Head to the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth, then to the kitchen to make breakfast. There are only a few stocks of food ingredients in the refrigerator. I haven't had time to shop yet. Today I'm going to make only omlette and vegetable soup. I took out all the necessary ingredients. Heat the water and peel the carrots. "Aaaa!!" Emily's scream startled me. I quickly left the kitchen and ran up the stairs. I quickly opened the door to Emily's room. She was there, sitting with her knees bent and covering her face.
We entered the house in a hurry. "Is that mirror in Emily's room?" Laura asked. "Yes." "Where?" "The second floor." We climbed the stairs quickly. John who was in the front opened the door to Emily's room roughly. I was astonished to see it. It's true that the mirror is still in the same place, but that's not what I meant. Instead, the mirror's surface was covered in blood. There was a fishy smell when we entered. I can feel the chills down my spine looking at the mirror. Because John was in a hurry, he didn't have time to think about bringing his equipment. He asked me to prepare three candles. As per instructions, I immediately went downstairs and headed for the kitchen. Luckily, there are still candles at home. I quickly grabbed some candles and a lighter and went back upstairs. John accepted it and lit a candle in fro
The car is moving at a moderate speed. As planned, he invites Emily to stop by the ice cream shop. A roadside shop that is not too crowded. The Maura Ice Cream logo is written above the door. The bell rang as soon as the door was pushed. They chose a seat near the window. A man wearing a maid uniform came over to say hello. He handed Stephanie the menu book. Stephanie offers Emily what kind of ice cream she likes. But Emily seems still angry. He refused to speak. Stephanie's patience was tested a little. Honestly, he's not the patient type. Not wanting to embarrass him, he chose to hold back his annoyance at the little girl in front of him. Stephanie ordered a medium sized chocolate caramel and strawberry vanilla ice cream. The waiter took his order and came back to the back. Not long after he returned with Stephanie's order. "Thank you." &nbs