The story on the possibility of forming a stepfamily, let’s see, how they’d, “blended”, translated…
Looking at the children before me, picking up the branches, squatted down by the fossil play zones, attempted to dig up the row of jagged teeth that’s, covered up by the yellow grains of sand, even as the heat was rising up, the sun scorching up high, the child that came into my field of vision was, like a professional archaeologist, repeated the same behaviors without a scent of boredom, like in the very next second, he’ll be, unveiling some artifacts that will, shock the entire world.
illustration from the papers online…
At this time, the heat that’s rising up became like that snake that has this tight hold onto me, but, that unnatural movement still, didn’t escape from me, I’d, walked with great difficulty toward the child, and pointed at their legs, which they’d switched positions constantly and I’d inquired, “why don’t you all just sit down and play? This is so difficult for you to manage.” The child squinted up his eyes as he lifted up his head, smiled at me, and replied, “that won’t do, I’ll get my clothes dirty.” And, no matter how hard I’d, tried to convince him otherwise, he’d still become, too insistent on doing his dig his own way, took over the sandlot of about ten square meters in size.
“That’s because you’re NOT the one washing his pants, okay?”, I’d sat by the window, at the café, told my best friend of my experience of taking care of my child, but she’d, rolled her eyes at me. Actually, this time, my first experience, the person who’d asked me to babysit, didn’t leave too many rules and regulations, just a simple, “if my child get injured, you’re, SCREWED!” Then, she’d, handed me $2,000N.T.s, and, after I’d, deducted all the costs of entertainment, and gas, the hourly rate didn’t even, match to the government’s requirements.
like this??? Photo from online..
I will NEVER forget the day that I’d felt, so antsy, I’d, held on the steering wheels so very tightly, drove my car in the speed of 80kilometers per hour, sped down the freeways, and, kept my eyes glued onto that uncontrolled child outside the fast-food restaurant’s takeout area, I’d been keeping up with my physique, but that day, it’d felt, I was, so fatigued, as the child called out to me repeatedly, “Aunty, aunty…”, I’d, felt so fatigued, so drained, and the child called out to me, “Aunty, aunty…”, it’d made me feel, like someone placed a spell on me, made me uptight, more uptight, and more, more uptight by the seconds, I was like a secretary, fulfill the children’s every desire to play, and why is it, that even after three days’ rest, I can still feel, and see how I was, drained out completely? And even so, it’s a wonder, that as I’d thought back, and retold the events of that day, I’d found my lips, curling upward.
I’d read through the messages on my cell, with the words, “Thank you”. The feelings of sweetness, mixed in with the sourness came back up again. That man who’d, said those harsh things, who’s too cheap to pay me more is, my boyfriend, and those children who were afraid of dirt were, once too afraid, to even SIT and roll onto the pastures, but on that day, I’d, rewritten the rules of their play, and so, it’d not taken them long, to fall in love with me.
Yeah, on that day, I was, outnumbered by three, three of them were his, one was mine. This story that can get rewritten, I really can’t predict what will happen, guess, I’ll just, have to, wait and see then.
And so, this is this woman’s experience, or call it a test-drive, at being a stepmother, she was asked to babysit her boyfriend’s children, and, she has one of her own, and, that day, she’d, walked on eggshells, trying to balance between being a good friend, and still with the disciplinary measures of a supposed stepmother too, and that was why, she’d, walked on eggshells.
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