Hope's Little Blessings Daycare Novels & Stories

She leaned into me, her thumb finding its way into her mouth as she gazed out the window. The daycare was only a few stops away, tucked into a quiet corner of the neighborhood. It was a small, homely place, run by Miss Clara, a kind woman who treated every child like her own. It had been a blessing finding her, a safe space for Ama while I worked. When we reached the gate, Ama hesitated, her small hand gripping mine tighter. “What’s wrong, love?” I asked softly. She bit her lip, her brows furrowing in a way that mirrored my own. “You won't be late, right?”

With the serious ceremony of a person who has understood the assignment. She drops petals. Real ones, winter white, from her yellow-draped basket. She gets to the end of the path and looks up at Damien. Who is standing under the arch Bette constructed from branches and greenery. Who is watching Hope walk toward him with the expression he gets when either of his daughters does something that undoes him. "Hi, Dada," Hope says. Clearly. Conversationally. For the whole yard to hear. Someone laughs. Then everyone does. The specific warm laughter of people who were holding their breath and just got permission to breathe.

My mother instilled in us to never show that weakness, no matter what. “That’s just perfect,” Ava added. “I’ve been dying to change things in a few of the Hope houses. Maybe you can help with that.” Lilly, ever the curious little thing, catches that quickly. “What are Hope houses?” “They’re homes my mom funded to help children who were less fortunate.” Noah is the one that answers. “She’s the founder of The Hope Foundation and those houses give the children she helps a place to call home.” Noah was smiling, and you could see just how proud he was of his mother. You could also see the love he had for her. It seemed that both father and son loved Ava unconditionally.

The dog next door barking. Everything was hilarious to her. She rolled from back to tummy. Got stuck. Screamed until I flipped her back. Then immediately rolled again. Babies were idiots. Adorable idiots. --- My return to work was three weeks away. December 1st. Marked on the calendar. Looming. I'd secured a spot at Little Sprouts Daycare. The acceptable one. Four-to-one ratio. Experience with preemies. We'd done a trial day last week. Two hours.

- Promise that when you come back, we'll play together in the pool, mom? With a warm smile, Logan snuggled little Hope further into his arms, making the six-month-old baby gurgle in her sleep as she approached the door, where his wife and three other children were saying goodbye.

Isla The morning air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of rain lingering from the night before. Sophie had already been dropped off at daycare, waving enthusiastically at me before scampering inside. I felt a twinge of separation pangs, but I reminded myself, this was for both of us. Every step I took to reclaim my career was a step toward securing her future. I parked my car near the small, understated building where Horizon Outreach was located, a non-profit specializing in community programs. The address Alexander had provided had led me here, and despite myself, I was grateful. Grateful and nervous.

My father yelled at the back, faded holler to boisterous panting, and laid his hand on top of my mother's left shoulder, with a soft smile he expressed but he did not show his teeth at the side of my mother's beautiful facade - I can remember. "Cotton candy?" My father reached out that he bought from the tent - little I do know it was my favorite so I clasped the cotton candy that equally looks like the sky that shifts to dusk, and I patiently loiter to see it crushed against my little fingers inside my palm. They laughed and proceeding their care duty by escorting me to their whatever surprise is. The pavements are crowded with business people, busy society, and homeless ones. A glint of af

Tomorrow. Hope and I are busy taking care of the children. Before I go to work, I am the one who takes them to school. Meanwhile, Hope is in charge of taking care of our breakfast and the children's pockets. "Thank you for taking care, Mommy!" Dryce said happily while kissing Hope's cheek. Hope just smiled at her reward. "Your always welcome. Later in the afternoon, I will pick you up there. It's good that your Daddy has a mansion here in Bailen. We don't have to buy or rent." she said in a serious voice.

Danny greets everyone and we finally give a warm welcome to all the kids and teens as they enter for the first time into our new daycare. While all the adults indulge in appetizers and mingle, our daycare gets a warm welcoming. But I can't help but see the paparazzi taking advantage and snapping pictures and praising Danny for a job well done with the place. We all have such fun, talking with friends, coworkers, and family members of our coworkers. Light music plays in the back, and waiters with huge smiles pass out more refreshments. Besides the little argument with Sasha, everything else was just perfect. I couldn't ask for more.

The end. We awkwardly entered the magnificent lobby area with ornate ceiling and dazzling lights everywhere. The floor was spotless and gleamed, I could clearly see my face on it. Hospice care centres were supposed to be lavish, to make our last days pleasant and comfortable. "It's grand, isn't it?" I said as Logan nodded silently, adulating the massive, glittering chandelier hung above. A smiling, stout lady with golden hair and fair cheeks approached us. I returned her smile generously. "I'm Joy Jones. My parents- Mister Alex Jones and--- "