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Momma's Children (Part 1)
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I am getting older, but Society is not learning. I am Miss Isabella and I know many of you read the first story about me called Momma’s Boys. I know people hated me when they read this story, thinking that I forced one boy to be a sissy and another boy to act like a baby. They think I was too dominating. Some thinks I should even be put in jail. I don’t think that people understand how I helped these young people. The oldest of them is now 16 and very happy. You see that is my job, to help young people that are unhappy, or some that have gone along the wrong path. I am just an ordinary woman that sometimes is a teacher, or sometimes governess. I was a doctor with one family and you read where I was a ballet teacher. So you see I am just a person that wants to help in my own special way, using the special powers that I have.
Now I was being sent to help a new family. I had my little suitcase and my umbrella. It was a mother that thought her son was impossible. My instinct told me by reading what she wrote was that she needed my help more than the boy. The thing is that I find many parents do not know how to raise children, they are amateurs. They seem to be so afraid of doing things that might show they are a failure. If you walk into a book shop, you see a hundred books about how to raise children. In the olden days, children were able to stretch and play in trees and explore the world. Parents learned by the mistakes they made. Nowadays, we pack children in cotton wool and keep them inside all the time. We are afraid to leave them outside.
The house was on Sunshine Avenue 689. This was not really a job for me. I liked jobs with more of a challenge. I was walking down Sunshine Avenue looking at the numbers of the houses. A sixth sense told me that I was needed somewhere else. I looked at the houses on this street; they were all what I call upper class houses. The people her obviously had no problem wondering where the next meal would come from. They were most likely in the top 2% of the wealthy people.
I stood outside Sunshine Avenue 666, and I had that funny feeling again. My mind was telling me that this place needed me more than the other place. I was looking at the well-kept house when suddenly I heard what sounded like broken glass. It was a doll that was just thrown through a window. I suppose that is one way to throw things out. I looked at the doll on the ground, which was a typical doll a princess girl would love to own. It had a nice frilly petticoat dress on. I looked up towards the window. A girl who was 11 stood there and had tears flowing down her cheeks. I could see she was dressed in a t-shirt. I wanted to go up and give her a hug, as childhood is too short for tears.
Then I saw her brother cycling in the drive way. He put his bike where it should and fixed it to where he thought was the right angle. He looked up at his sister and I could hear him sighing. He went to the doll and picked it up. It was as if the doll was alive for him. He consoled it and hugged it. I could hear him say that things would be better. It was cute as he rocked the doll back and forth in his arms.
In the meantime, I looked up at the sister. She was looking at her brother in disgust.
This house needed me more. I could not put my fingers on why they did, but deep down I knew I was needed here. I lifted my worn out suitcase and walked to the front door and rang. It was the girl that answered the door...
“What is your name” I asked?
“Fiona” she said, “Mum won’t be home until later”
“Then I will speak with your father”
“He don’t live here, he got tired of Mum earning more money than he does”
I lifted my suitcase and walked into the house. I sat down on the Sofa while Fiona and her brother sat down on the chairs and wondered who I was.
The boys name was Cory and they were twins. They lived alone with their mother and were often left alone, as she worked a lot in some multinational company. They asked me why I was here, and I told them that patience is a virtue. All will be revealed. I also told them that it was wrong to invite a stranger into the house. You never knew what their intentions were!
Then I heard the door open and a woman appears in the sitting room. She threw her bag and jacket down and laid a laptop carefully at the table. She was a well-dressed woman who obviously kept many top designers in business. Her hair looked like any business executive and she didn’t have too much or too little make up on. She seen her two twins sitting and then in a tired voice asked them did they not have a deal that she would have one hour of quietness when she came home. Then she looked at me and asked who I am.
“I am the new Nanny here. I will take care of the twins when you are working”
“I never wanted any nanny. They are 11 years old; they can take care of themselves!”
I sighed and reached in my blouse and took out a necklace that had a green gem on it, “You do need a nanny, don’t you?”
Their mother stared at the gem and you could see her eyes become wider. “Well, I suppose I could use the help. I am so happy you are here. You do not know what it’s like being a single working mother, and it’s hard to do well at work when your children want your time.”
I sighed and said that I would do my best. Both Cory Fiona did not look that pleased. This happens when a nanny comes; they think it’s a sign that they will be seeing less of their parents.
My next job was to observe further. Why did my sixth sense trigger when I passed this house?
The first thing I noticed was that their mother opened her laptop as soon as I was finished. She was obviously working on something important. The children went to their rooms and where as quiet as a mouse.
After an hour, their mother called them and the twins came down like they were soldiers. Their mother then opened a bag that was delivered 10 minutes earlier. It was food from a restaurant. They were not eating at a table. Their mum continued to work at her lap top when the children sat on the floor watching TV.
They watched TV after eating until their mother noticed them. She then told them it was time for bed and they both obeyed with a kiss on the cheek. I could see that Cory had a wet patch in his pants, so I reminded him to go to the toilet before he went to bed. This made his mother sigh and say not again.
Fiona asked her mother if she could come home later the next day, as there was football practice.
“Are you a cheerleader?” Her mum asked
“No way! I just like watching them practice”
“You are too young to be looking at boys!” her mother said.
Fiona rushed up to her room.
I gave them some time to get ready for bed and then I went up to tuck them in bed. They both had tears in their eyes.
This would be a challenge.
The next day I still observed as I had to know how and where I could help. All I knew now was that they were both unhappy and no child should go to bed with tears in their eyes.
I was in the small room in the attic that their mother gave me. I took out a special golden plate that I had put it on the table so it was standing up. I then chanted some magical words and smoke came from the plate, and then it was like there was a small TV screen in the plate.
I could see that Fiona woke up. She slowly got out of bed and walked around. She tried finding clothes in her wardrobe. She threw all the dresses and skirts on the floor. Then she found some jeans. She seen there was flowers on these and threw them on the floor. At the end, she found some cargo pants that she used once to paint. She put these on and a t-shirt.
The screen on the plate shimmered, and I saw Fiona at school. Her friends were talking about make-up and clothes. Fiona just stared at them without saying anything. When they asked her if she would skip with them, she said she was tired and would sit on the bench.
Close to where she was on the bench, there were some boys talking about how well Manchester United done at football the day before. Fiona said she thought they played well. This was the first time she spoke today. The boys just laughed at her and said what does she know.... as she is a girl.
On her way home, you can see that she cried as she passed where the boys were playing football.
When she came home, she plopped on her bed and she started crying. A half an hour later, she got up and walked to her mirror. She took off her top and she looked at her chest. I could see she was thinking if she was developing bumps as a girl in puberty does. She took a knife and pretended to cut them off. Now there is a tear in my eye.
The plate shimmer again, and it showed Cory in bed. He was holding the doll with one hand and had a thumb in his mouth with his other hand. His mother then came in before she went to bed. She took the doll from him and threw it in the rubbish bin.
The plate shimmered again and he woke up. He panicked has he could not find the doll. He looked around and found it in the rubbish bin. He took the doll and once again consoled it. He then tucked it in his bed. He rushed to put clothes on him.
The phone rang. It was his dad. He asked if there was an exam today. Cory said they are getting results. His father said that was good and reminded Cory to ring when he had the results.
The plate shimmered again, and I was surprised while Fiona went to a public school, Cory went to a private school for boys. He was quiet all day. During sports class, he just stood and watched. It looked like he was very afraid to speak.
The exam result came. Cory looked at it and then rushed to go below a tree where he started crying. He wrote a text to his father, “Sorry I did not get an A. I got a B. I will do better next time”
When Cory came home, he went to his room and hugged the doll and cried.
I have seen enough. I went down to their mother and said that we had to speak. She told me that she had no time, as she had a deadline with a report that was due the next day. I asked her did she not realize that her children were sad and depressed? She looked at me with anger in her eyes. She told me to speak about it later, and besides it was now my job.
My job….
Now I knew why I was wanted here,
I walked up to my room and called the children up to me.
“It looks like I am your governess, and I have noticed that you are both sad and depressed. It won’t be easy for you, but I am going to change your lives in lots of ways and nearly turn them upside down. You will have to do everything that I say”
“Why should we?” Fiona asked
“… What happens if we don’t?” asked Cory
I gave them each a glass, and opened an old bottle and poured a drink in each glass and told them to drink it.
Cory looked at it and said that it was blue.
Fiona said gross and refused to drink it.
I waved my finger and suddenly lightening appeared in my little attic room. Both children must have jumped a meter and drank the potion.
Cory asked for more, and I said that too much could be bad at the moment
Five minutes went and I told the children that they should go and lay down, as they most likely would be tired. They both yawned and went down to bed, and were asleep as soon as their heads hit the pillow
The next day, both children were still asleep. I told their mother that they would be home from school.
And the next day was the same. This seemed to worry the mother, which was a good sign. She asked if a doctor should see them. I calmed her down and said that the doctor could do very little for them and promised that they would get better.
I showed her a box and said it was a present. I said it was a family treasure. This must have shocked her that I would give her a present. She opened it and it was a ring with a green stone. She put it on and seemed to like when it started glowing.
The doorbell rang.
I answered the door and asked who the man was.
“My name is George. I am the twin’s father. I need to speak with Cory. I promised him that we could play football while we have a talk”
“I am sorry that Cory is sick in bed”
Then I heard a voice. It was Fiona. She was awake which made me very happy. I could see the changes in her already. She told her father that she could play football with him.
Her father hit the door with his fist. He was mad.
Read Part 2 here