A Dream (On So Many Levels)

I was in high school and my brothers were little. We lived in a very nice apartment in NYC (I think). My mother had a job. She also had a partner, but it didn’t seem to be my father. She was happy.

Mom had bought something really nice for the apartment, possibly new furniture or a piece of art, and I thought to myself that maybe mom had a better job than I realized.

Mom ran an ad and began interviewing for nannies/tutors for my little brothers. A candidate came to our apartment to interview and as I was walking her out we had this conversation:

Me: My parents must be pretty wealthy if they’re interviewing for nannies.

Prospective Nanny: I think so.

Me: Well, my Christmas list just changed.