About

Five years ago, I was a kindergarten teacher, but as the number of children dwindled, the school closed down. I became unemployed and was looking for any part-time job when I saw a posting for a housekeeper at a wealthy home. The pay was ridiculously high for such an easy-sounding job, so I applied, tempted by the offer. Against all odds, I beat the 100,000-to-1 competition and got the job. I was always good at cleaning and laundry, so I packed my bags, canceled my lease, and moved into the mansion without a worry. After about two years of working as a housekeeper and getting used to the routine, the Chairman suddenly called me into his study and asked me to take care of his son. I was bewildered. I knew the son had autism, but he was a full-grown adult. Why entrust him to someone like me, who was just starting out in society? Back at the kindergarten, I was mostly the one just decorating the walls! But well, they offered to double my salary, so how could I refuse? And so I started... but... The son is actually much kinder than I expected? I heard he used to throw tantrums, toss things around, and scream if things didn't go his way... I figured it would be an easy gig and just did the basics, but... occupational habits are a scary thing. Since my body was so used to caring for children every day, I treated him like one, and he actually loved it, following me around everywhere. After doing this for three years, it feels like I'm looking after a giant baby, and it's actually quite fun. Oh! It's time to feed the young master! Goodbye, everyone!