Nanny Mcphee Evangeline Novels & Stories

She went to make tea. She stood at the kitchen window and looked at the October garden and thought about a woman who had arrived here thirteen months ago in a black car at seven in the morning and had sat down across from a child who had not spoken in three years, and had picked up a blue crayon, and had drawn a bad picture of the garden, and had waited. She had waited seven minutes and the child had looked up. Everything after that had been the story she had just described in one paragraph to an agent who was going to send it to six publishers tomorrow morning.

I want to stay in this moment forever. “I am sorry you have to take care of Max so late,” I said, gently tapping Max’s back with my hand, trying to comfort him. “Isn’t that what I am here for?” Hailey responds with a smile, her eyes reflecting the flickering light of the fireflies in the distance. The night sky above us twinkles with stars, creating a magical atmosphere that I never want to leave. “I am just a nanny.” She humbly replies, her eyes staring off into the distance.