“Now, when I was your age boy…” began grandfather.
Jim was curled up by the fire listening intently to Grandpa, who was comfortably seated in an antiquated chintz armchair. Jim had just returned plateful after babysitting a toddler all day. He had been narrating his tale of woe to the only person who would listen, his Grandpa. His tale had been authentic with more amusement than sympathy.
Now, curled up on the hearthrug, Jim was gazing up at his Grandpa who had paused to light his pipe.
“Ahem…Ahem…Where was I? Yes. As I was saying, when I was your age, something very similar happened to me”, said Grandpa face straight into Jim’s amber eyes.
“What?” Yelped Jim. “You don’t stand for to tell me you too had a dreadful time of babysitting once.”
“Yes my boy, that is exactly what I am saying”, said Grandpa reaching over to stroke Jim’s knee softly. “Would you comparable your old Grandpa to tell you the whole story?”
“Of furrow”. Jim’s tiredness seemed to have vanished.
“Okay. Here we go. The trouble started when I heard of a babysitting job. My next door neighbour, Mrs.
Royston, ask someone to look after her one year old baby while she went to the market, and she was willing to pay twenty dollars for the job. I didn’t have much to do so I called up Mrs. Royston and offered to baby sit her son.
‘You just have to upset him his milk and make sure he takes his nap.’ She made it give-up the ghost so simple. ‘Come right over’ she told me ‘I am about to leave.’ Twenty dollars was about a month’s pocket money for me in those poor times so I instantly left for Mrs. Royston’s house.
I nominate the gates open. It seemed that she had already left. As I stepped inside and unlikable the gates behind me, I felt as if I were imprisoning myself. A fearsome screech reverberated against my...If you want to get a full essay, order it on our website: Orderessay
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