Chapter 5

"Ah yes, I think I have heard about the Muller family," I commented without wanting to focus too much on the subject. 

"Madame Carter is very good friends with Mrs Muller, but she doesn't think it would be a good idea for the two families to get together, after all, it seems there was a big scandal involving this family in the past, so they have been trying to regain their position ever since. ", And I admit that I was curious to know more about what Anna had to talk about, but I preferred her to speak on her own, without me asking anything. "But, since madam passed away, Mr Carter hasn't felt like anything else, and I don't even know how he took the initiative to hire someone to stay with his son, so, welcome, Liz, and if you need anything, you can call me, now come on, I'll show you around."

Anna spoke walking in front of me, and I just followed her in silence, and from what I could tell, the second floor was just the living room, the dining room, and the kitchen, and upstairs were the bedrooms. 

"The house is quite large, but young Bryan likes to stay in his room, or in the playroom, or in the garden on the playground, and he always prefers to be alone," Anna spoke approaching a room. "And then she opened the door, and Bryan was lying on his bed watching some cartoons.  "He knows how to turn on the TV and put on the cartoon channel, so when he gets quiet, he's probably watching cartoons. "

"And he doesn't go to school?", I asked, and Anna denied with her head. 

"He starts his school year next year, but he does some activities that we have to take him to, like today, early afternoon he has karate class, and tomorrow, swimming class, and the day after tomorrow, he does therapy, those are fixed activities, but don't worry, in the kitchen, Mr Carter leaves everything noted on the board there, it's a way for all of us to know where the little chef is. "Madam Carter always comes to visit, but she always warns us beforehand because she never knows if anyone will be home, but they are not frequent visitors, sometimes once every two weeks, God only knows. "And at the end of the hall, is Mr. Carter's room, and downstairs, is his office, I think that's it at first, but if you need anything, you can call me, ok? "

"Thank you Anna!", I thanked him. "And Bryan's feeding, how does that work?", I asked remembering. 

"That you don't have to worry about, I prepare and call you for lunch myself, and here, Mr Carter likes all meals to be on time, and he doesn't mind if the employees eat along with them, that's his thing, but when Madam Carter is here, under no circumstances eat at the table with them, only on this day." She spoke warning me, and I was already thinking that the mother must be a viper, unlike the son, who must be a great boss. 

"All right, thank you very much!" I thanked her, and she smiled at me leaving the room and closing the door, and finally, little Bryan and I were left alone. "Hi Bryan, what are you watching?" I asked approaching him. 

"I like watching cartoons, it makes me sleepy." He replied sleepily, and I smiled sitting down next to him, and he came over to me, and pulled me in. "Lie down with me?" He asked, and I nodded taking off my shoes and lying down beside him. "Aren't you my mommy?" He whispered. 

"I'm not mommy, but, I can be your friend, what do you think?" I suggested trying to change the subject.

"That's fine, but can you not leave, just like Mom?" he asked sadly. "I like you! "

"Your mother didn't leave, she's still here, in you!" I answered pointing to his chest, where his heart was, and he put his hand on top of mine. 

"Is she here?" he asked surprised. "But how?" 

"You didn't know?" I asked jokingly, and he denied with his head. "She never came out of you, and she never will." I replied running my hand through my hair, and he smiled, more excited to hear that. "So every time you miss her, or want to talk to her, why don't you put your hand on your heart and talk to her?"

The day with Bryan went by quickly, and we played everything we could, and I took him to the activities that John had signed his son up for, until I received a call from Arthur's school, informing me that he had been sick again, and I just took a deep breath, ready to lose my job again.

Just as I was about to call John, he comes home, and his son runs towards him.