THE BABYSITTER

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But from his point of view, I feel that's what he thinks of me, just a baysitter, because he doesn't love me as his wife. He just takes me as someone only for Hannah and nothing to him. I reach home, directly fall on my bed and cry. He hates me and I love him, can this ever be sorted? I was just so happy with my previous life, when I used to stare him sneakingly, jump to the top of the world just by his simple thank-yous and smiles, when I was contented with what I had. But this Anniversary has destroyed things for me, I wish it would have never come. I'd never felt so attached to him. "Mom..." Hannah's voice on the door, awares me at once and I realize I forgot to lock. I quickly get up, wipes off my tears, control my breathing and smile nervously at her. "Hannah! Come here!" I gest

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