Ruby
My lucky day is the twenty-seventh of January.
It's the best day of my life. It's the day I met Julia Rome. It's the day I held her little warm body in my arms.
She was so tiny after being born premature. She looked as fragile as an egg but her grip on my finger was as strong as an army. We had a connection from the very first day. I knew it. Richard knew it. And maybe the tiny baby with the tiny hand even knew it. And that made me burst into tears. Sad tears. Happy tears. Sorrowful tears. Confused tears. Angry tears. Mostly, angry tears mixed with happy tears.
I met Julia Rome on the same day that I got the nanny job. And I got the nanny job on the same day I went for the interview. Never considered myself lucky but I felt like the luckiest girl after getting the job.
I remember
