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Nanny Rita in her room, sorting out her and Peter’s clothes after laundry. Peter walks into her room, with a very sad face, sat down on a chair.
Nanny Rita: Peter, what are you doing here? Are done trimming the flowers?
Peter didn’t reply, she noticed something was wrong with him…
Nanny Rita: Son are you okay?
She dropped some clothes on the bed and walked towards Peter.
Nanny Rita: What happened to you?
She touched his cheek, poor Peter couldn’t talk, he was still hurt by those heart breaking words from Mrs Smith.
Nanny Rita: What’s wrong with you dear?
Nanny Rita became worried…
Peter: Who is my father? I want to know my father.
Nanny Rita was shocked, she never expected him to ask her such questions and she suspected something must has triggered him to ask such question.
Nanny Rita: I’ve told you several times, you will know your father when the time comes. Your father is very much alive, but he denied you, he denied us. Peter you will know who your father is in due time.
Peter: I need to know my father, I’m tired of being called a bastard by her.
Nanny Rita surprised…
Nanny Rita: Who called you a bastard?
Peter: Mrs Smith, she doesn’t like me. I just don’t know why. Ever since I was young, she always pick ?ght with me. I just don’t get it, why would she hate me for no reason.
Nanny Rita: You already should know, she doesn’t like any of us. You should get used to it by now.
Peter: How I wish you can just tell me who my father is, even if you can just show a picture or something.
Nanny Rita: In due time son.
She moved away from Peter, Continued sorting out her clothes.
Peter: Why don’t we leave this house, we can start our own lives. Go away from here.
Nanny Rita: Do you want us to be deported?
Peter: We can go back to Mexico, I’ve never been there. I can continue my education there. I’m tired of this humiliation.
Nanny Rita: (Sigh) We can’t go back for now, this where you belong.
Peter: I don’t…
Nanny Rita: Peter don’t be naughty, i’m sure you’ve got work to do. Go to cut some flowers
Peter fumes…
Peter: Is this what we are gonna be for the rest of our lives? Slaves?
Nanny Rita: Peter don’t say that, we are not slaves.
Peter: Then what are we? You don’t want to leave this house, you don’t want to tell me who my father is, you don’t even care if Mrs Smith calls me a bastard, neither do you care that she can’t stop calling you a dirty prostitute.
Nanny Rita was touched…
Nanny Rita: Enough Peter… This is where we belong.
Peter: No, this is where you belong, not me. I just hope I won’t abscond one of these days.
He angrily walks out of her room and banged the door.
Nanny Rita was devastated, she was confused, she just sat down on her bed, looked worried. She brought out her rosary and did the Trinity sign.
To Be Continued…
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