Seren B. 5G

Lucia

When I was about three years old I lived in a four story brown stone house in Brooklyn, New York City. Since my mom was a lawyer she was home on the week-ends, but she was not home that much on week days. She left at 9:30 and came home at 6:30, just in time to have dinner. Though she was not there for most of the day, she did come with us on a taxi to school everyday and she would have dinner, play with us a little, and tuck us in. When she was not home my brother Strat and I would have a nanny. She was fun, really fun but I don’t remember much about her. But I know she was fun… or else I would not be talking about her. But the person that really changed my life, the person who inspired me to be happy and free-spirited, (not including my mom) is one nanny, a nanny who can change anyone to make them really, really, really nice (again not including my mom.) Here is my story about Lucia, and how she changed my life.

When it was May or June my mom needed a nanny for my brother Strat and I. Our old nanny had to leave because she was going to have a baby soon so she could not watch us any more. My mom made sure that she picked a great person, someone who will love us as much as she did. That’s when we found the perfect person to take care of my brother and me. Her name is Lucia. Lucia was one of the most important people in my life now. My dad, my mom, my brother and I would always go to this really good café and get homemade orange juice which tasted so good. In the winter, we would get hot cocoa that sometimes took an hour to cool off. There was a girl who had just started to work there and she needed a job. She had just moved from Spain two-three months ago, and she turned out to be super great! Since, when my dad was alive he would go there a lot of the time; she had most likely met my dad. Though, the sad thing is she does not remember who he is out of all of the customers that she took orders for.

She had long, wavy, dark brown hair that waved in her face every time she talked. She had dark brown eyes that match her hair and her skin was very tan, almost like mine. When she would walk with my brother and I down the streets people would say stuff like “such cute children!” and “ your children are so much alike to you!” then she would always have to explain that she was just our nanny, but some people got confused. On the other hand, people would ask my mom “what country did you get them from” and “what hospital did you get those two from?” Now I get confused because now people say that my mom and I look a lot alike!

When I first met Lucia I could not pronounce her name (Lu-th-ea) so I just called her “Girl”. She did not speak that much English so she did not to talk to me in English, but she always said in Spanish stuff like “vamonos”. She was really fun to play with every single day. After the first couple of months she was talking better English than an average American. She would play with us all day and she would make the best food when we were hungry. Soon enough she moved into my four story brownstone house. We had an apartment on the ground floor of my house which had one bed room, one bathroom, and one kitchen with a table right in the middle of it.

A year or two later she was engaged with a person from Puerto Rico named Pito. They were a perfect match so they got married. When they needed a place to get married we let them get married in our backyard. And now, I live in Westport, CT and they still live in Brooklyn, NYC. I’m sure that Lucia and Pito will become great parents someday, someday soon because Lucia is going to be a mother any day now! I know that both Lucia and Pito will be great parents because they took care of my brother and me as if we were their kids.