"Mom, I'm going!" I yell upstairs. "Have fun, and say hello to the Evans family for me!" "I will!" I close the door behind me, on my way to the Evans family.
I am Claire Miller and I have been working for the Evans family for about 1,5 years now. Honestly it doesn't feel like work. I babysit Michael and Georgia's sweet little girl: Mackenzie . She is 19 months now and I have been babysitting her since she was born. She truly is the best baby girl you can wish for. I watch her 3 times a week and she feels like a little sister to me. I know everything about her, her favorite toy (the piggy), het favorite vegetables (sweet potatoes) etc.
I open the door when I hear laughter, the grandmother is here. My heart always sinks when I see that woman, since the loss of her husband her health has really gone backwards but she is such a sweet person. I walk in, "hello miss Evans" "oh hello dear!" she says with the biggest smile on her face. "Hey Claire, how are you? How is school?" Georgia says. "Great, everything is great. Is Kenzie upstairs?" "Yes, she is asleep. I think we will be back around 5pm, you got everything you need?" she askes me while grabbing her bag. "I think so, eating schedule still the same?" "yes, it is!" "Great, have fun!" I say when Georgia helps granny to go out. "Thank you!" and with that they leave.
Half an hour later I'm watching tv when I hear a little familiar voice coming from the baby monitor: Mackenzie is awake. I turn the tv off when I walk upstairs. When I open her door I see a little girl standing in her crib in the light from the hallway. "Hello Kenzie" Her little hands reach towarts me when I walk up to her "Clar". God I love that baby voice. I slowly pick her up and get her downstairs with me while her little eyes need to get used to the light.