Episode 3: First Memories of Flora
When I was in second grade, a nanny came to care for me. Her name was Flora. I'll always remember the day Flora arrived. I was eating lunch as she entered the kitchen door. Flora was wearing a wool coat and carrying a little suitcase. She had long, black hair and warm, brown eyes.
"Hola, Jessie," she said with a sweet smile. Flora spoke mostly Spanish.
As the days went on, I began to have a warm feeling when I was with her. It was okay that I didn't always understand the words she said. She'd make gestures with her hands and I did, too. We'd often laugh as we tried to tell each other what we were thinking.
When I came home after school, Flora greeted me. "Did you have a good day," she'd ask in her language. Then she'd make me a snack of milk and Oreo cookies. We’d sit together at the kitchen table as I enjoyed them.
Flora spent the day cleaning the house or doing the laundry. As she was working, I could hear her singing. I didn't understand the words of her songs, but I loved the sound.
At that time, I had a cat named Little Fluffy. I began to notice something. He was following Flora from room to room. When she was in the garden pulling weeds, he’d sit quietly in the grass nearby. I thought to myself, Little Fluffy has the same feeling for Flora as I do.
A few weeks later, I was in my bedroom. It was evening. I had my diary in my hands. What should I write, I wondered? Then it came to me. I'll describe Flora...and, so I began writing as I thought of her.
Today I’m going to tell you about my new nanny. She is a very extraordinary person. Her name is Flora.
She is of good humor and never mad. I love her so much. Yours truly, Jessica
"Hola, Jessie," she said with a sweet smile. Flora spoke mostly Spanish.
As the days went on, I began to have a warm feeling when I was with her. It was okay that I didn't always understand the words she said. She'd make gestures with her hands and I did, too. We'd often laugh as we tried to tell each other what we were thinking.
When I came home after school, Flora greeted me. "Did you have a good day," she'd ask in her language. Then she'd make me a snack of milk and Oreo cookies. We’d sit together at the kitchen table as I enjoyed them.
Flora spent the day cleaning the house or doing the laundry. As she was working, I could hear her singing. I didn't understand the words of her songs, but I loved the sound.
At that time, I had a cat named Little Fluffy. I began to notice something. He was following Flora from room to room. When she was in the garden pulling weeds, he’d sit quietly in the grass nearby. I thought to myself, Little Fluffy has the same feeling for Flora as I do.
A few weeks later, I was in my bedroom. It was evening. I had my diary in my hands. What should I write, I wondered? Then it came to me. I'll describe Flora...and, so I began writing as I thought of her.
Today I’m going to tell you about my new nanny. She is a very extraordinary person. Her name is Flora.
She is of good humor and never mad. I love her so much. Yours truly, Jessica
Little Fluffy on Flora's Bed