My nanny

I remember the sentence I heard the most since I was sensible: this little girl is really beautiful, cute and interesting ... The invisible appearance became the standard for me to like or dislike a person until I met "her" in the second grade.

Because my parents were too busy to take care of me, I hired a nanny at home to take care of my three meals a day and pick me up from school. But the first time I saw her, I didn't like her. She is dark and embarrassed, she can't say fifty, but her face is wrinkled, and there are many white hairs in her short oily hair. She looks younger than my grandmother in her sixties. The ugliest thing is the high cheekbones, just like two hills standing on a small square face. Oh! There is also the authentic "safety" at sea, which makes people bored.

So every day after school, I try to rush out of the classroom first. Otherwise, like the first day, she will see that I didn't come out and ran to the door of the classroom. The shouts of "Wang, Wang" and the coastal accent will make the students burst into laughter, make my face turn white for a while, and I wish I had a hole to get into.

I have told my mother many times that I don't like her. But my mother always said it was not easy for her. What does it matter whether she is good-looking or not, as long as she is kind? You see, she is crisp, straightforward and kind to others. ...

Without my mother's support, I often go against her intentionally or unintentionally. She picks me up after school, and I always keep her at arm's length. She walked quickly in front with her schoolbag on her back, and I wandered slowly behind. If a classmate asks who she is, I will simply say I don't know. Sometimes she is in a hurry and urges me to hurry. I don't care if she runs fast for a while, let her run after her and shout "slow down". I take small steps like an ant to make her laugh and cry. At this point, I will glance at her with sly eyes and think to myself, it's time for you to resign from your mother! But every time she always shakes her head and smiles at me, showing her helplessness.

One Sunday a few months later, my mother took me to her classmate's house to play. After lunch, my little sister invited me downstairs to play. I was having fun when suddenly there was a sound of "sand, sand, sand" in the distance. Suddenly I turned around and a familiar figure jumped into my eyes. It's her.-my nanny. She waved the broom in her hand and carefully cleaned every corner, even if it was a small leaf, piles of smelly and dirty garbage disappeared instantly. Perhaps tired, she leaned against the broom, wiped the tears on her forehead with one hand, looked at the swept road and smiled. "It's not easy for her to live!" I don't know when my mother stood behind me. "I work two jobs at home for my sick husband." In addition to always coming to our house on time every day, we have to clean the community before dawn and once in the afternoon. "At this moment, a big bag of garbage fell from the sky, and the clean ground was a mess. I looked up and saw a beautiful face passing by the window on the second floor. I couldn't help shouting angrily: "How uncivilized!" "Ah, the king, play here. Never mind, I'll sweep it again. " The road has become clean again. I don't know why, the voice she just called me "Wang" seems to be less ugly than before, and the face with prominent cheekbones is not so ugly.

Later, my aunt left to take care of her sick husband, but I still think of her often. She taught me not to judge a book by its cover. She let me know that there is still a lot of helplessness in life; She showed me the power of being a man.