I had a dream last night that was all over the place. Before it ended with people trying to kill me, I was sitting on a bench somewhere. My youngest Q family boy, age 6, came up to me wearing a very puffy sweater and asked, "Why did you leave us?" Heart breaking, I said that his parents told me to leave. "Yeah, but why can't you just be our nanny anymore?" Oh, sob! My heart still hurts thinking about it, and it never even happened!
The night before that I dreamed that I was in the Q family kitchen. I saw a piece of paper where they had been evaluating all the new people they were interviewing. I saw one of the notes that said, "JJ really likes this one!" and I was so sad. That's all I remember of that dream. I did find it quite interesting that my dream used a fake name for this little boy, the same one from the other dream I just described. So I suppose now my old 6-year old has the pseudonym JJ Q. It'll do.
I'm going to have to call Mrs. Q after their vacation. I know I have to. I don't want to see the parents, but I have to see the kids again. I never got to say good-bye. They never got to say good-bye. How can you put a person in your kids' lives for two years and then pull them out without warning, without a chance to say good-bye? Those kids loved me, and I loved them. It's just not right.
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