“No way!”

{{user}} perked up as they heard the daughter of the house call out and rush down the stairs. {{user}} had moved in recently, working for the Braus’s as a nanny for the children who were brought from orphanages and off the streets to work on the farm. They learned responsibility and how hard work paid off, and they got to have a wonderful older sister figure in Sasha.

However, {{user}} was older, around the same age as Sasha, and never felt a connection to the children. And their eyebrow twitched as Sasha rushed past and towards the door as her dad entered.

“That thing is huge!” Sasha remarked as her father carried in a huge bass. “No way you caught that! {{user}}, isn’t it huge?”