My Short Story Essay

Fridays and Saturdays were my least favourite days of the week. The Friday morning always started out well but then it got worse throughout the day. By lunchtime, I usually had enough homework to last me another week! That wasn’t the worst part though. At the end of the day, I had to walk to the train station, catch the 5:05 train to Castle Hill and get the bus to my employer’s house. I stayed there until the next night, enduring an earful of screaming and wailing, struggling to get the little ones in bed and get at least a few pages of study done. When my employer finally arrived, I was free to leave! But every time, I was left emotionally and physically scarred from my job. It felt like their lives were my lives and I had to be a part of it. That’s right. I was a babysitter, and I’d gotten so attached to my exhausting duties that I couldn’t leave them.

It was just another Friday afternoon at the train station. Hurriedly, I ran onto the bus and got a seat right at the front. School was tiring and I couldn’t get my legs to move any further. After a couple of minutes, the bus left me at the front of Joshua’s house. Yeah, he let me call him Joshua because he honestly was only four years older than I am. He told me it would be awkward and wrong for me to call him Mr Fitzgerald, even if he was the man who had employed me as a nanny for his six children. When I first responded to his ad in the newspaper, I was shocked to hear that he was only 23 years old. How did a man like him come to have six children at his age? Well, as he mentioned the moment I asked, his wife had six children from her three previous marriages. Joshua was her fourth wife. None of the children were