Caretaker In Chinese Novels & Stories

Once again, Aera and the woman simply eye me as if I'm this strange creature that they can't make sense of. "Um," I begin, unable to handle much more of it. "Is there something the two of you need from me?" At my words, the woman looks at Aera with a look of questioning, and this seems to snap him out of his daze. "This is Angelica," he finally announces, motioning to the woman beside him. "She will be your caretaker during your stay here." Caretaker? The way he said the word made it seem almost as if this woman was intended to take care of a child, not an adult.

Many years ago, I suffered a head injury in a car accident and ended up brain-damaged. Only my godmother, Fenelle Porter, remained to care for me after my parents' long-ago divorce and relocation. As my mother's closest friend, she possessed a mature elegance, a striking figure, and a complexion that was both fair and smooth. My feelings for Fenelle ran deep, leading me to frequently lose myself in late-night fantasies about her. A recent accident changed everything. While Fenelle was out shopping, I fell from a cabinet and struck my head. Although the impact unexpectedly restored my mental capabilities, I chose to maintain the facade of my previous condition.

Kiyo said. Kao winked and went to tell her father about the order. As the staffs were preparing their order, their table interacted. What meant was, the three people in their table were interacting with each other. The little girl, Kiyoko, looked at Alex with curiosity. “Who is this big brother, Kiyo nee-chan? Is he your boyfriend?” Kiyo scoffed. “No, he’s not. He’s grandma’s caretaker.” “What is caretaker?” the little girl asked.