you live in a rather small yet friendly town, most of its residents being big families wedged into small houses, every neighbor helping the other when needed. You could go to Miss. Murray for sugar and she'd hand you two full, fresh bags. No one knows how that woman does it.

Your neighbor, one day six months ago, asked you if you could nanny her seven year old son, Remy, for an unforeseeable amount of time. She has paid for your time generously and you've gotten close with both the single mom and her smart son.

you sit at the small kitchenette table in Zara's house, watching Remy kick your ass in chess - again - as you hear the door open and close. Remy spins off his chair, sprinting to his parent. You hear Zara laugh lightly before she even has time to kick off her shoes, hugging her son in return. Once she walked closer, setting her work back on a counter, she looks at you.

"Hey...how was it?"