MY

al applicants. A lot of women had sent their CVS to fill in the Nanny's position. Well, I told

s hair evenly just like mine. I wore his socks a

m for the past an hour now and it had drained my time. A nanny would have handed this routine instead and I am damn sure that s

ess. I slid my legs into my Italian shoes and stared a

parking slot behind an immensely tall building, I caught my boy looking surprisingly in a direc

I asked myself as I s

ed opposite me with a look that made me think he knew what was go

or the Nanny's position. They have been here s

ed women who should be in the office working but they are here to work as a nanny. I never knew vibrant wom

rence room was huge, big enough to seat ten people comfortably and the tabl

ferent backgrounds and qualifications, but I quickly noticed that my son did not seem to like any of them. My

ith those women coming in. I tried to convince him to inte

ut he ended up pointing at every one of the applicants. I was so surprised by my son's instincts even thoug

y son, but my son kept rejecting them. Hours passed, and I was becoming increasingly frustrated. I couldn't seem to make a decision, and I didn't want t

he was even more angrier and frustrated with them. He wasn't allowing anyone of them to touch or play around him. I called my secretary and told

warmth of his little body. Timmy Jnr seemed not to understand that I was trying to help myself, he taught