“Now, are you certain that Dr. Morales is unavailable?” As I began getting ready to leave, I called Nurse Carla and asked. Although Dr. Morales will attempt to arrive, he is currently out of town.
I decided to call you because you live nearby. The interns are clueless about their work. Although I am aware that it is your day off, I had no other options.
Could you visit?” In an effort to avoid sounding anxious, the nurse asked. I will be there as soon as possible. I replied, “I just need to find a sitter,” and hung up.
I called Vicky right away because she was the only one who could take care of my three naughty kids. I’ve been a surgeon for a long time, but before that, my husband Peter was there for me.
We had come to the conclusion that he would remain at home and care for our children on our own accord. However, he succumbed to a sudden heart attack, leaving me in charge of everything.
I now had to look for babysitters in case of an emergency. The children were awful and difficult to manage. After only one day, two nannies had left.
Sadly, they had taken it upon themselves to spread rumors that my children, José Luis, who is nine years old, Cristina, who is seven years old, and Lucy, who is three years old, were uncontrollable.
The fact that they were correct was the worst part. Fortunately, Vicky still agreed to take care of them. I apologize, Mrs. Olivia. Today, I cannot babysit.
Vicky said in a weak voice, “I’m sick and can barely move.” I ended the call by telling her to sleep. My children were already known to the nursery staff, and we had previously argued.
However, they appeared to be my best choice at this point; They would have to remain there for me. I heard the children suddenly yell, “Uncle Beto! Aunt Beto! I exhaled.
They lacked an uncle. The children referred to the local garbage collector as their uncle because of his kindness and sweetness. My children adored him, and I had known him for a long time.
When Jose Luis opened the front door, everyone rushed outside to say hello. As I watched them play with Beto, I grinned. After their father’s death, my children had become little demons.
I wasn’t so sure, but the therapist assured me that it was normal and would pass. I didn’t know what to do, and I felt like a failure.
I had an idea as I watched the kids hug and ask Uncle Beto to play with them. As I walked to meet them, I thought to myself, “It has to work.” I told the garbage man, “Roberto, I have kind of a crazy request.”
I know you’re very busy. However, I was curious if you could watch my children for 25 minutes.
I pleaded, “I have to check on something urgent at the hospital, and I have no one else,” and my kids looked at me with wide, surprised eyes. Dr. Sierra, yes.
With a smile and a nod, he responded, “I can watch them for a while.” “They supply work. I warned you in a sheepish tone. Don’t stress. Accept it. He told me, “Your work is important.”
In the hope that my house wouldn’t be completely destroyed when I returned, I fled. Because Dr. Morales was stuck in traffic and the patient’s situation became urgent, it took much longer than 25 minutes.
I was unable to leave until three hours after attending the emergency surgery. I felt terrible for Roberto, who clearly had work to complete. I drove home as quickly as possible.
“Beto! Beto! I apologize!” As I opened the door, I shouted helplessly, but I froze. My entire residence—wait, is this my residence? It was spotless, no way!
Toys, crayons, paper, and sometimes peanut butter stains littered my home at all times. I know. Terrible. I won’t be judged. “How was your surgery, Dr. Sierra?
Is everything fine? inquired Beto as he entered the hallway. “What took place here? My house is no longer the same. And why aren’t the kids running around and screaming?
I was astonished and perplexed when I asked. “Lucy is asleep; I swear my jaw dropped when he told me that Cristina and Jose Luis were reading in their rooms.
I ask, “Are you kidding me?” He smiled and replied, “No, you can see for yourself.” What my eyes saw was beyond my comprehension. However, Beto had been honest with me.
“How did you achieve this?” I was curious. Dr. Sierra, oh my! I was a single parent long ago. He chuckled, “My mistakes were ten times worse than these three angels’.”
I always read them stories and taught them how to take care of themselves. Your kids were overjoyed. You might need to buy more books for them.
Dazzled, I gave a nod. My children had never been referred to as “angels” by anyone, and they possessed very few books. I whispered, “I can’t believe it.”
“It was simple. Beto said, “But now I have to go,” picking up his work jacket from behind a chair. “Oh, yes. I deeply regret being late. It’s a shame about you, I said as I touched my forehead.
I’ll give you triple money.” No. No. He responded, shaking his head, “I don’t need money.” “Please. With a sweet look, I insisted for the extra time.
I knew that Beto couldn’t say no. He chuckled, “Okay, I’ll treat the kids to something nice.” Thank you, Dr. Sierra, and have a pleasant day!”
“I’m thankful!” I went back. I was so close to crying because my kids were good the rest of the afternoon. The best day of my life.
So, I called Beto and offered him a full-time babysitting job with health benefits and a tripling of his current salary. I didn’t have to exert a lot of effort.
He informed me that taking care of them had been a lot of fun. I came to the realization, with the assistance of Beto, that, in contrast to their father, my children required someone to provide them with a sense of security and love.
I was overjoyed to have discovered the solution to my issue! Beto treated my children with love, patience, and kindness.
I did my best, but with him by my side, I learned to be more empathetic and closer to my children, especially now that they weren’t yelling and wrecking the house.
Every day, we got closer. Beto evolved into my hero. I came to realize over time that the universe knew my children needed him, so he had entered my life.
