I open the door and clock in, excited to see my little angels. Knowing, I'm going to constantly think about my stressful situation, due to the crazy debt. I'll just force myself not to think about it, stay in the positive mood I'm usually in whenever I'm in this simple day care.

I don't want the little ones to worry about me. They know me so well, that they'll definitely notice something is wrong with me, when I'm so down and stressed.

Whenever I see their faces, I'm filled with so much joy, that I can't even explain. Whatever they do, they just make me smile. I really do love my job and appreciate it, and I don't want another one, but I'm considering getting another job because of the debt. Of course, there is no way, even with my help, the money is going to be paid all back.

I enter in the toy/play room greeting the toddlers with love and affection, distracting them from their busy play time. After doing so, I place my belongings in my own locker and I put my apron on with my name tag. All the staff, which is only 4 workers altogether, usually puts their items in their own lockers.

When done with that action, I once again access the toy/play room, where innocent fun and merriment is taking place. Exactly eight little adorable toddlers. I really don't want to disrupt their playing, but I need to ask them what they want to eat for their afternoon lunch.

I wait until they quiet down. I then softly and gently ask, "What do my little angels want to eat for lunch today?"

They were really thinking hard for an answer to my question. I just patiently wait for their reply.

Then quiet and shy 2 year old Emily suddenly announced with enthusiasm. "Ma oni an chez!"

"Oh....Macaroni and cheese!" I responded loudly, but softly. Smiling with adoration. The rest of the toddlers totally agreeing with her food choice, and seem excited as much as her.

"Okay then Macaroni and cheese it is!" I declare with equal excitement. It's one of my duties to cook for them, and it's a pleasure, because I love how much they enjoy the food I cook for them.

By the way, where's Amy? She usually works with me during the afternoon-night shift. I work part-time, and so does she. Anyways, I usually arrive before her.

I walk into the kitchen and going towards the refrigerator to get the ingredients for the macaroni and cheese. I get the milk, butter, and cheese, then placing it on the kitchen counter. Then get the raw pasta macaroni from the wooden cabinet.

I didn't notice Amy is silently creeping up behind me, until I felt a squeeze on my bottom. I gasp loudly, knowing it was Amy when she squealed and said without a care in the world, "Damn! How can you have such a bigger ass than me? It's just not fair. It's just so soft, juicy and luscious....." she continues to grope me, then I felt her hand slap my bottom hard, I flinch in reaction.

I wanted to complain again about her actions, but there is really no point of doing so, she never listens. It isn't the first time she did this, it's her daily routine whenever she sees me. Amy is a kind and caring spirit, she's only two years older than me, but she doesn't know what personal space is. She makes me so self-conscious sometimes. I admit that I have a rather big buttock for a man, also wide and round hips. I'm not proud of it either. I guess I get my shape from my mother, a quite feminine shape. Also, I'm only at the height of 5'5.

"You have no idea how jealous I am. Anyways, how is my adorable milk chocolate doing?" Amy says, like what she did was nothing.

I sigh and reply with a total lie, "I'm fine, thanks for asking. And You?"

"Great! Do you need help cooking? You know I can't cook to save my life, but I can be a great helping hand." She looks at me, practically begging me to say yes.

I chuckle lightly, and politely say "Sure, I don't mind and thank you for your help." Then I smile at her.

"Ugh.....You're so damn adorable. And those dimples! And your eyes are to die for, green with a hazel ring. While mine is just a dull brown." she commented loudly. Then kisses my cheek, and making me feel uncomfortable. She really can express her mind, whenever she wants to. So we continue cooking and in an hour and 30 minutes, we made baked homemade mac and cheese, with fruit salad for dessert.

"Hmm.... smells divine! I really wish I can cook as well as you do, Renmen." Amy mentions, with a pitiful expression on her face.

"Oh, you just need practice. I learn how to cook from my mother, she sure knows her way around the kitchen. I started cooking many kinds of dishes, when I was just 12 years old. Practice does make perfect." I reply to her, hoping to cheer her up.

"Renmen, whoever you spend your life with, that person is quite lucky . You really are quite amazing." She suddenly claims.

I laugh in return, "You're really funny Amy! Now, let's go serve the little ones, I bet they're hungry. I'll start putting the food in bowls, and Amy, can you please prepare them for lunch."

"Of course!" she assured, and went off. I wait at least 5 minutes for the food to cool, then start putting it in eight bowls. When done with that I also make their sippy cups. Finally carrying a bowl in each hand and walking towards the dining room, seeing them eager for their lunch makes me smile. I give one bowl to Emily, and another one to Miles, who was sitting next to her. They both politely thank me, which I gladly accepted. Then, going back to the warm kitchen to get the rest of their food. I see Amy carries some bowls too, and I thank her.

When all the toddlers are obviously enjoying their food.

I hear Emily acclaim with her mouth full with food, she's been really talkative today actually "Yummy! Ma oni an chez!"

I smile brightly, saying "I'm glad you are enjoying your food Emily, but don't talk with your mouth full sweetheart, okay?" She then nods in approval, and I wipe her mouth clean. When all of them finish eating their lunch and dessert. Amy gathers the bowls and sippy cups so she can wash them in the kitchen, while I clean the tables and sweep the floor.

I enter the toy/play room and notice the mess of toys. I start to clean, while the toddlers insist on helping me. They are just too cute for their own good! When everything is organized. Amy and I make up the nap cots, so they will be used during nap time.

Before nap time, I let them watch a movie, usually a Disney animation movie. When the movie is over, they normally are tired and want to sleep. So we guide them to their cots and make sure they are comfortable. Amy and I eat our own lunch, and make small talk.

When it's about 6 pm, the toddlers wake up and we get them ready to go home to their families. Each having their own cubby, making sure they have all their items before going home. I give them each a hug, and say goodbye. We wait until all of them leave and go home, Miles was the last to go home.

Amy told me she would lock up the daycare, and that I can leave and head for home. I thank her and gladly leave. While catching a cab, I think about the money my family owes. My father actually recognized his pathetic behavior. Finally got some help, and made the necessary steps to be stable again. My mother and I forgave him, but we will never forget what he did.

What could we possibly do to solve our problem, we truly need a miracle. When I finally get home, I enter through the door of my one-story warm and comfortable home. I go straight to my room and prepare for bed.

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I'm completely bored out of my mind. Flipping through channels on the television, trying to find something decent to watch. It's been so long for me to just relax and chill, while watching television. I'm on a little school break right now, grateful for it, but soon wanting to start my classes again anyways. My work also doesn't start, until the afternoon, it's only morning right now.

I decided to turn off the TV, and go check the mail. When I came back inside with only a few envelopes, I decided to open the envelope on top of the rest.

Looking at the address skeptically. I read the contents of the letter, and when I finished reading I almost forgot to breathe.

The letter stated, that the person, who loaned father the large sum of money wanted to meet me in private about the whole ordeal. Also wanted the money in full by next month. I was shaking in fear. Why would the person want me to meet him or her only?

I don't intend to tell my parents, I don't want my mother to be worried about me, more than she already is. It's great that both of them are at work right now. I'll meet the mysterious person myself. I'm scared to announce to the person, that the money we received, there is no way we can pay it back. I truly wonder what is going to become of us.

Should I get ready, and go to the instructed address right now. I need to just breathe and calm down, I won't think rationally if I'm brimming with such anxiety. Okay... this is what I must do, I'll go and meet the unknown person, confront him or her that my father can't possibly pay in full.... 4 million dollars. Ask why in the world they would loan him so much money anyways, and discuss about other things.

Definitely seems like a great plan, right? I'll never know if I don't try. So I grab the letter that I just read, and leave the unimportant envelopes on the kitchen table. I don't want my parents to find and read the letter, stressing more than they already are.

I get ready, and call a cab. When the cab arrived, I tell the driver my destination. When we finally made it to the place in about 30 minutes, there was a massive and expensive skyscraper, posting Guerriero Enterprise. I instantly recognized, that this is where I'm supposed to be, since the name Guerriero was on the letter also.

Paying the driver, then getting out the car so I can enter the intimidating structure. Maybe I should just go home, ignore the letter and pretend I never received it, but I'm already here, my nervous thoughts roam my head while I walk toward the large desk.

When entering the building, everywhere was busybodies in suits. The scent of coffee was thick and strong in the air. I felt really small and awkward, and me being a nervous-wreck was not helping.

I finally reach the desk, asking a sharp and neat-looking lady in her mid-thirties, who was behind the desk where Nicolas Guerriero's office was located. She smiled at me warmly, then ask me, "What is your name, and what business do you have with Mr. Guerriero?"

I automatically reply, but unfortunately stuttering "R-Renmen Bijou, and I have an a-appointment with him, to d-discuss s-some f-financial issues."

"Alright then, hold on." she informed me. She then contacted her boss telling him about my presence, I heard on the intercom a deep and smooth voice allowing me to meet him.

"Okay, sweetheart, let me guide you to his office." says the lovely lady. She does her job of guiding me to his office, we reach the at least the top level of the building. When I see Guerriero posted on a fancy-looking door. I softly thank her, and she leaves me standing at my doom and in front of a probably extravagant office.

I made a little prayer, before knocking on the smooth wooden door. Then, opening the door when hearing the cold and intimidating voice I met earlier, giving me permission to come in.

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