My Cousin

I was hired as a nanny for two families. I worked for one family until the mom had a second child, then stayed on with the second family until that mom had a baby.

Meanwhile, the first family had a good friend who met me, thought I was a good nanny, and in conversation with another family she knew who just had their first child, said, “Too bad C is already employed, as she would be a great nanny for your family.”

This family were having a tough time as the dad had cancer. Just at the point I was let go from the first two families, I met the third family and was hired. They actually let a nanny go with a month’s pay and hired me.

There was a instant connection between the dad and me. We had some deep conversations, as he was a brilliant man. His dad had died when he was 16, and he told me his dad had been a airplane mechanic. I told him that my cousin had been a pilot.

We left it at that until one day he questioned me a bit more, and by the end of our conversation, we realized his dad had been the mechanic for my cousin, flying C130 Hercules aircraft in Angola Africa. His dad had died of a heart attack in Angola.

I asked my cousin, and he remembered Joe, even had a group picture of the crew! So the dad took care of my cousin and I took care of the grandson he never met. Sadly, the young dad passed before his son’s second birthday. I took care of dad and baby until I was no longer needed.