Nanny
Olga was a good woman. She was the closest thing I had to a Mother when Mommy died. She wasn't a very attractive lady. She was tall for a woman and had a creepy uni-brow. There was a mole on her chin with just one, solitary hair sticking out of it. Her hair was dark blonde and pulled into a bun at the back of her head. She had an overbite with her left incisor chipper. She had fierce brown eyes, the irises circled with green. Olga was a heavy woman, I'm sure most of it was muscle because I had seen her pick up father when he fell asleep at his desk and take him to his bed.
My nanny always wore clean white clothing, something similar to a nurse uniform without gloves or the hat with the cross on it. Her nails had dirt underneath from digging in the garden. She loved gardening, just like my Mother.
When there was a thunder storm I would cry and Nanny Olga would come rushing in to comfort me, no matter where she was. She would comfort me and care for me. She knew exactly how I liked my breakfast and how I would never eat toast without jam. I never ate the crust.
"Master Gino, if you want to be big and strong you must eat crust." she would tell me. Not in a threatening way, but in a way that made it alright that I didn't and without guilt.
On her death bed, Nanny Olga told me that she didn't have any children of her own and that I was a son to her. She told me that when she was gone that I had to be a good boy and that she would always be by my side. My guardian angel. I was right there holding her hand when she died. She was smiling. When I die, I want to smile.
Now I stand by her grave staring down at the daisies I had placed of her grave. Her favorite flower had always been daisies. Her garden was full of them. I can feel her now. Beside me. I smile and let a tear fall from my eye. Everything is alright, isn't it?
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 Miss. Peanut-Butter · Wed Sep 13, 2006 @ 10:49pm · 3 Comments |
