Running a business while raising a child isn’t easy. So my husband and I thought hiring a nanny would help hold our family together. And at first, she seemed like a blessing.
But the night my son came to me in tears, begging me to call the police on her… I knew something wasn’t right.
The scent of fresh coffee grounds clung to my clothes as I locked up the coffee shop. Six months into owning Beanz Bistro, and I still couldn’t believe it was ours.
The small corner café downtown had been a dream come true… a dream that demanded 14-hour days and constant attention.
“You heading home?” Diane, my assistant manager, called from behind the counter.
“Finally,” I said, checking my watch. “Jay’s probably wondering where I am.”
“How’s the new nanny working out?”
I smiled, relief washing over me at the thought.
“Sabrina’s been a godsend. I don’t know what we’d do without her.”
The drive home gave me 15 precious minutes to transition from business owner to mom. At 32, the juggling act never seemed to get easier.
When Wilfred suggested hiring help after I opened the café, I’d initially resisted. No one could care for Jay the way I could.
But Wilfred had been right…
we needed help.
“She’s perfect for us,” he said after interviewing Sabrina. “Smart, studying business, and she adores kids. Plus, she already works part-time at my office, so I know she’s responsible.”
When I pulled into our driveway, the modest two-story we’d stretched our budget to afford looked quiet and peaceful in the fading light.
Inside, Jay’s backpack hung neatly on its hook, and the kitchen was spotless — Sabrina’s doing, no doubt.
“I’m home!” I called out.
My eight-year-old came running down the hallway in his favorite dinosaur T-shirt, stained with what looked like chocolate. “Mom!” he yelled, launching himself into my arms.
“Hey, buddy. Where’s Sabrina?”
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