I was kidnapped by a millionaire!
When I was 17, I took my first job as a caregiver and nanny. I had to care for an elderly woman, Mrs. Waters, who was super rich, and I had to take care of her mansion. My job consisted of cooking for her, doing her laundry, getting her everything she needed, taking her for walks in the garden, cleaning the house, and taking care of the house when she traveled abroad for treatments. I used to live there, and without a family of my own, I felt it was the perfect job for me.
Mrs. Waters, on the other hand, had a family, plenty of them, but no one came to visit her, not on her birthday or any other occasion, at least not in the two years I worked there.
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For her sake, I'd even make invitation cards and send them out, but they wouldn't show up.
“I appreciate what you're doing, kid, but they wouldn't come. They haven't even called in years,” she said, trying to comfort me, but I knew she was hurting inside.
However, while no one in her family came to meet her, there was one member who was an exception: her grandson. His name was Casper, and he was also super-rich like his grandmother, and he didn't have parents like me. In fact, he had become a millionaire with the income from his own business. He was also kind of handsome, but too proud to even say hello once out of all the times he visited.
I don't know why he never spoke to me, so I assumed it might be due to the difference in our status. He was a millionaire, and after all, I was a poor caretaker.
He was nothing like his grandmother, who was the sweetest. She always treated me better than anyone had ever treated me in my life, with great respect but loving no matter how she felt.
I knew she would feel lonely a lot, and I felt terrible about it, so I did my best to be the best company she could be and make her happy when I cared for her. And it wasn't that hard, honestly. She was happy while I was feeding the birds, watering the plants, or when we played chess by the fireplace, so it was an easy task.
But she grew older every day, and because of that, she got sick more often. I was only a caregiver, not a nurse, so she had to make visits and stays in the hospital more often. I could have easily hired a live-in nurse, but I didn't want to because that meant she wouldn't need me anymore.
"I like having you around," she said every time I brought it up.
But then, one day something unexpected happened. Her family showed up out of nowhere without any call or invitation. Mrs. Waters's son, Casper's uncle, fired me from my job while she was in the hospital.
“You’re useless; you’re not even a nurse. We’re going to live here with her so you can go your own way,” she said, and she made me leave so quickly that I didn’t even have a chance to say goodbye to Mrs. Waters. Her son, his wife, and children were so mean.
It was sad, but I was just a worker, and there was nothing I could do about it since they were her family, so I packed my bags and left.
After that, my life became truly different. I got an apartment with the generous salary I had saved from working for Mrs. Waters. I took a day job and enrolled in a university at night.
No matter how busy I was, I missed Mrs. Waters most of the time. After all, she was a mother figure to me, something I’d never had since growing up in an orphanage. I even called the house a couple of times to check on her, but her evil son and daughter-in-law never let me speak to her or give me any information about her health.
One day, however, when I called, she was the one who picked up.
"Mrs. Waters, it's Athena," I said excitedly because I was happy to finally be able to talk to her.
"I know your voice, kiddo," she said, pretending to be happy and healthy, but I could tell from her voice that she was weak and in pain. However, she wouldn't admit it to me because she knew there was nothing I could do about it.
So, we talked for half an hour, and I told her everything that was going on in my life, from college to my job, and she was so happy for me. But after that, it was time to say goodbye, and I literally cried as I hung up the phone. It was also the last time I ever spoke to her.