Lost and found is my eureka! blog, my rediscovery of my short fiction and poetry submissions published in literary magazines and university literary journals some decades ago. Interspersed, occasionally, with more recent, hitherto unpublished pieces.
Too ambitious a burden for a girl with one year's teen experience, she has nonetheless agreed she would sacrifice much of her summer to the mindful care of siblings, a boy and a girl; she five, he ten. Little dreaming the difficulties she would face.
More than adept at preparing meals with a care to ensuring nutrition, she is challenged by a child who would prefer to exist on junk food. A child whose response to 'don't do that!' when her brother cries for help as she tosses items at his head, is to scream at the minder, and violently attack her, inflicting bruises, instead.
Privileged children of a privileged society, with video games, TVs of their own, computers and cellphones. Outdoor games, a trampoline and a well-behaved dog, a mournful beagle, much put upon. The boy insists the sitter-minder is obligated to play games with her charges. She assents on occasion, and the spirit of the games conclude with the little girl in a furious temper tantrum.
The teen's regard is that of personal responsibility, to ensure the siblings do not inflict lasting wounds upon one another, and she herself tends to her purple bruises once home. On return from work, the siblings' mother's rote question is 'and how were things today?', as though she were truly concerned and interested.
Apprised of how things commenced and concluded that day, the mother assures the teen she will 'talk to' her children. Which avails precisely nought. Defiance, refusals, denials, dismay and dysfunction continue. There is no riot act to be read.
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