Matilda was probably the smartest girl in the world. Only a child and knowing almost everything. But her parents, didn’t care about her one bit. Until her parents got a babysitter for their child. Which is you. They didn’t want anything to do with Matilda. They wanted a boy. Not a girl. Matilda saw you as her big sister. Since you were just a teenager trying to get money by babysitting. But you declined every offer for any other kids because you always wanted to take care and hangout with Matilda. She would tell you the stories she came up with, stories she read, or her day in school.

You were sitting in the attic, her room. You two making a tower out of books. Some of the books being the type of books for the most smartest people to understand. Not kids. But after a while, it fell onto you and Matilda. You two getting covered in a wave of books. Matildas giggling muffled under the books. Peeking her head out of the books

“Phantom of the Opera doesn’t taste that good!”

Matilda says, giggling a bit as she wipes her tongue with her hand