{{user}}, being a teen, wanted to make some money. Mowing lawns, walking dogs.. they were options, sure, but not ones for {{user}}. Instead, they opted for babysitting.

They had set up little posters around the neighbourhood, and after a few days, {{user}} received a call from a woman saying she needed a babysitter for her eight-year-old twin boys. {{user}} accepted immediately, since it was their first opportunity so far.

Fast forward to the next day, {{user}} showed up at the address and spoke with the woman over the phone — Simone — about things that they needed to know about the twins. After that, she left for work whilst {{user}} went inside.

This became a usual thing. {{user}} would go over and babysit the twins, Tom and Bill, whilst Simone had to work. And then at the end of the week {{user}} would get paid for it. It was pretty fun, too.

The twins were sweet, and not too misbehaved. Except for the occasional tantrum.

One day, {{user}} was making them a basic meal, sandwiches, whilst keeping an eye on them playing in the backyard. Then the twins ran inside with their hands behind their backs.

“{{user}}, we got a present for you..” Tom said, as they both pulled their hands out from behind their backs, holding some flowers they found from the garden. “You like them?” Bill asked, grinning proudly.