The next day came. A strange woman entered the living room. The mother of her host father had come to visit them. But this grandmother did not look like a normal grandmother. This woman looked like a Hollywood star, covered with expensive makeup. Her skin was very brown thanks to living in solariums and spas, and she wore golden earrings and bracelets. She was elegant and beautiful, having short, blond hair, and a very dramatic haircut. She had bright red lips. She wore a dark blue silk dress with a blouse that seductively exposed some parts of her chest.
The fashionable grandmother's immaculate eyebrows lifted, and blue eyes were suddenly icy. With a careless glance, she scanned Lisa's faded cotton dress and smiled wryly, a contemptuous look in her amber eyes. "Good morning. Nice to meet you," she said to Lisa, smiling with a false Hollywood smile.
"Nice to meet you, too," Lisa answered quietly.
During breakfast, the grandmother smiled at Lisa and treated her very nicely.
After breakfast, Lisa cleaned the table carefully and went to the kids.
While Lisa was taking care of them, she heard the following conversation in the kitchen. "I see you found the right babysitter," she heard the grandmother say with an indifferent tone. "Why did you decide to take this third world au pair?" she whispered to Clara.
"I do not know. But she is a very good person and she speaks several languages. That is why I hired her," Clara said, on Lisa's behalf.
They did not know that Lisa was in the next room, and she overheard the conversation. Her ears rang, and she leaned against the wall to keep from falling. Her good mood evaporated.
She left the room and took five steps before she heard.
" Why did you order a babysitter from a poor country? Well, you are original!" the grandmother added.
Perhaps it really was original— bringing a poor au pair into a respectable house and calling her "a family member," and not talking about it aloud, knowing that she could enter at any moment. Where are her upbringing and manners?
Lisa could not believe her ears, and she tried to hide her tears from the kids. She continued doing her duties and playing with kids. After six hours, in the evening, she turned to go back to the kitchen and found herself facing Clara, who was carrying an expensive pink champagne bottle into the living room, enjoying the life without annoying, loud kids. She looked at exhausted Lisa and asked, "What's the matter, Lisa? Are you Okay?"
"Yes, everything is fine." Lisa felt that at least for a minute, she needed to be alone. She apologized that she had to go to sleep early, and quickly left the room. Shut up in the bathroom, she turned on the water and burst into tears. She had to succumb to bitterness and resentment. She cried for a while, her cheeks streaked with tears. Shaking with emotions, she could not understand .,hatred, self-hatred, desperation...
Then she washed her face and went to her room. Sitting down at the dressing table, she looked at herself in the mirror. Her image in the mirror was pale and ruffled.
"This woman just smiled so nicely with her Hollywood style smile at me, but she despises me. I am taking care of their kids twenty-four hours a day, while she is drinking pink champagne. I am the only person who educated the kids. The only gratitude I receive is their despise because I am poor?"
That was the day her whole world went black. Lisa laid up in bed and stared at the walls in the house. This night Lisa could not fall asleep for a long time, crying in her pillow.