This is a story that I personally like a lot and I’ve been wanting to write about it for a long time, so it’s my pleasure to offer it to you :)
I started babysitting for this guy when I was around 14. It was pretty much the only job I could take in the small city I lived in. When I turned 16, I could have taken a better job, and I did get a job at one point at a grocery store to supplement my income, but I had gotten attached to this family quite a bit. At 17, his wife left him for someone she met on the internet and the pair divorced; for a reason I ignore, he ended up with custody of his children, except one week-end every two weeks. I think she didn’t have a very stable life or did not care much about her children.