“Oh well, it’s a small world full of huge possibilities,” I mumbled to myself, skipping up the steps and towards their house. Right now, I had a little girl to take care of. I opened the door and then set my first step into their house, looking around at their place.
I’d never been to Jensen’s house before but now that I was here, I actually wanted to soak myself in the surroundings and memorize the place he lived in. It was absolutely magnificent. The front door opened up to this huge hall with one of those spiral-structured staircases in the centre that looked like it twisted on forever. On the right side was a wide door that opened up to God knows what. On the left was a thin hallway with a few rooms on each side. I guessed the kitchen, and living room was somewhere there.
I didn’t really get the chance to look around though as the next second, I felt someone crash right into me. Tiny arms wrapped around my waist as high-pitched laughter echoed off the walls. Seven year old Melanie looked up at me, her baby blue eyes sparkling. “Momma told me I’d be getting a new babysitter today. I don’t like strangers but when I saw it was you, I was happy.”
I couldn’t help but smile. Crouching down, I said, “Yup. We’ve met before Mel.”
She shook her head childishly. “Nope.”
Ah – kids were slow to catch onto things. “We have. You said I looked like Dora, remember?”
Melanie pinched my nose. I sneezed. Thank you very much young lady.
“Nope. That wasn’t you.”
Now it was my turn to look confused. “But I thought you said-”
“I’m hungry! Let’s make chocolate sandwiches!”
Taking hold of my hand, she dragged me over to the kitchen with me following her. Chocolate sandwiches didn’t sound too bad. But in the back of my mind, something was bothering me. How is it that Melanie too had recognized me if she had no memory of meeting me beforehand?