I woke up in the sound of the creaking door as it opened with a woman greeting me a good morning.
We moved in a new house yesterday in the middle of the woods together with my dad and my little sister. The house was made of concrete and wood. As I stood up, I greeted the woman a nice morning. I suppose she was the new nanny that Dad was talking about the other day.
I went down to the kitchen to check on my sister. She was eating her breakfast. I did a quick glance on the table and grabbed a sandwich then I went back to my room.
As I was fixing my stuffs, I heard a knock on the door. It was the nanny.
“Hey, Peter. Can you help me move these stuffs to the attic?”
I was surprised the new nanny already knew my name.
“Sure”, I replied.
I went to the storage room and there were dusts everywhere. I saw a pile of sealed and old boxes covered with dust. I grabbed two and went up back to the attic.
As I walked passed by my Dad’s room, he saw me and asked,
“Peter, where are you going?”
“To the attic”
“To move these stuffs. The nanny asked me to help.” I responded.
My Dad stood in front of me, confused.
“What nanny? What are you talking about?”
I stood there and looked at my Dad in a long silence.
“Peter, we don’t have a nanny.”
The House: Chapter 2 (<– Click here to read)
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