Category Archives: GEN THREE

So last time you saw me I was standing outside Summer Hill Court waiting for the green-haired man to answer the door. He seemed thrilled once I said that I was there for the nanny position. He led me inside … Continue reading →

… It’s been a while. Five years to be exact. It’s been a long five years… but I… I made it though, barely. The only thing that kept me going was the thought of my children. Marco and Page. They … Continue reading →

I went to the door hesitantly once I saw that it was a policewoman at the door. Why would she be here I wondered. My husband was just killed and now Page was crying… I hope this will be quick. … Continue reading →

My babies. Generally, Marco and Page got along quite well, sharing the books that they would read. They were two cuties. And I loved them both equally, but I think they fought for my attention… Page would cry for me … Continue reading →

I walked downstairs to see Pascal holding Page and a cake. I breathed a sigh of relief that it wasn’t anything bad and began to cheer for my little girl growing up. Pascal however didn’t look to pleased, but never … Continue reading →

Life kinda returned to normal except I didn’t go anywhere at all… No trips, no adventures… I didn’t even leave the house at all… I did all the chores around the house, laundry, cleaning toilets, you name it I probably … Continue reading →

China. Where I went to clear my head, I wasn’t going to be gone long, just a weekend so don’t say I’m a bad mom alright? I know that Pascal can care for Page for a weekend since he was … Continue reading →

Pascal and I got home safe and sound. And it was almost two p.m. when we got home so I headed over to the high school so I could catch Kathy going home. Which I did and I told her … Continue reading →

Oh look at him. Isn’t he handsome? Pascal kept giving my looks while we finished celebrating and as I talked to my dad. I told him I was moving out and I already had a house picked out and that … Continue reading →

So you know that paper I had to write? I got an A. Yeah an A. My dad was pretty happy about that and even said that I could invite Pascal over to our house to tell him. So I … Continue reading →