Nanny’s Life

Chapter five

Seeing my apartment so empty and cold made me sad.

This has been my home for 4 years, it’s filled with beautiful memories that I would never forget. And now it’s empty with only boxes holding my whole existence, I couldn’t believe how curious life is, you feel like what you own defines you but really it doesn’t, you give it meaning.

10 boxes is all I possess, all my possessions mean something to me, my favorite lilac blouse that I bought with my grandma she also had that blouse, we bought it together, all those Brontë sisters and Jane Austen books I kept on buying little by little, those paintings I made when I was at my lowest, my very worn writing journal that contains all my thoughts and ideas. My endless collection of photos. My different plates and dishes I have carefully collected throughout the years. My few photos of me when I was a child, my last photo with my mom and grandma. My vintage typewriter that my grandma gave to me. Every little thing is here. But somehow I just feel so empty. Is this it?

Rachel, Mr. Beckett’s secretary called me to tell me that someone was going to help me move all my stuff. Some guy named Jason is supposed to come to pick up the boxes in a couple of hours.

I just couldn't get enough sleep, without thinking of my mother and how we used to live here together before getting sick. Also my grandmother, oh how terribly I missed them both.

I also missed my sister but I know she’s happy traveling the world.

It was 6 am, i really needed some caffeine in my bloodstream today of all days.

I almost got no sleep last night, my body couldn't stop moving, and my heart couldn't stop beating in my ears, something that made me sleepless.

I was staring at the ceiling on the sleepless night thinking about everything, I hate not sleeping but I love thinking about life, starring at the ceiling and sipping on my coffee, then reading pride and prejudice by Jane Austen, maybe I have read it a hundred times. I love how everyone thinks Jane is the prettiest and she is to shy to say anything and Lizzy doesn't give importance to what society says about her and her family I love that she knows her worth, and it doesn't matter what people say about her , I love that she has the values without having anyone to teach her about them she knows right and wrong because of her experience and books.

I make myself a quick breakfast sandwich with some fruit on the side and my second cup of coffee.

There is a knock on the door that startled me almost making my lovely warm coffee spill over my clothes .

I was wearing black jeans and a pink blouse that Greta (my grandma’s friend)got me for my birthday and my wavy shot hair in its natural state.

I wanted to be at least a little fancy to move into my new house. I was sure I was going to thank myself later.

I opened the door and found the biggest man that I have ever seen, we were introduced ( he is Jason).

I allowed him to come in and he saw the boxes he asked “is this it?”

I just nodded in response, a bit shy.

U offered him a cup of coffee and we began moving the boxes to the truck.

I was in my room collecting the books that didn't fit in the books box when a knock sounded on my bedroom door and I turned to see Mr. Beckett entering the room.

"Hello Miss Valentine, are you ready, did you speak with the landlord, about you moving?"his voice took me by surprise, I couldn't get how velvet and warm it was.Somehow I couldn’t remember correctly how his voice sounded, and I found myself glad to have the chance to hear it again.

Focus Darcy I said internally.

I strained myself before I answered.

"Hello Mr. Beckett, Yes I did, everything is taken care of, I didn’t expect to see you here." I muttered avoiding his penetrating eyes.

I tired completely and finally saw what he was wearing.

He was wearing tight jeans and a white polo shirt. It made me a little dizzy, his strong jaw, I wanted to stroke with my lips, I was pretty sure my tongue was up to the floor of how good he looked with a casual look and not a suit I honestly think that he looks so better in casual clothes. Well I can’t actually tell.

He nodded and walked to where I was and picked the big box of books just when I finished securing the tape around it.

He made his way though the door and took a good look at my face and told me that everything was ready and we had to leave.

"Ok, can you give me a minute?" I asked with a pleading voice. I felt tears in my eyes, but I didn’t want for anyone to see them.

He gave me a pout but nodded anyway and left to put the last box in the van.

I walked through the kitchen, the living room, the bathroom, the bedroom, the balcony, each place held a special memory in my heart

I started to remember my mom spinning and dancing to a pop song when I came home from work one day and she took my hands in hers and started twirling me near her, I miss her so much that I have so many good memories of her that my eyes start to water and I sat on the floor whispering Goodbye mom I love you.

Thank you little home for being my safety net and giving me shelter and love.

I took my backpack and my handbag and locked the door hoping for a better future ahead.

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