I don't need a babysitter! It isn’t called that when you reach my age but that is exactly what it is in my opinion. After I broke my hip last spring my children insisted on hiring a companion for me. As if I can’t take care of myself! As if I am lonely! It is ridiculous!! I am a grown man! I don’t need any help.
She arrived today bright and early with enough stuff to fill my whole house for her one room. Mary Poppins she is not! My kids know I am not happy about this turn of events but once the doctor took their side, what could I say? She is here to help me they say. They claim I am forgetful. They say I could fall again. I refuse to admit they are right.
All settled in she is sitting in my living room watching some God awful daytime soap while folding my laundry. What is the world coming to? Out in the kitchen I decided I would warm up some soup. While looking out the kitchen window I see my neighbor is outside pruning their hedge. I will go say hello hurrying out. In my haste I stumbled over a pesky tree root and went straight down. I hear the smoke alarm going off. The next thing I know she is at my side helping me up. I am shaken, but fine. I completely forgot about the soup which is now burnt beyond recognition. I notice she has opened a window to air the house.
With a smile, she fluffs my pillow, switches on the television after cleaning up the mess I made. Moments later she presents me with a steaming, hot bowl of soup, crackers, a glass of iced tea, and the television remote on a tray. We chat and laugh. Disaster was averted. I am safe and finally grateful she is here realizing I need her after all.
This is a fictional story written for the Trifecta week 104 writing prompt.
We were to write a post of 33-333 words using the word "companion" and utilizing the third definition:
a. one that is connected.
b. one employed to live with and serve another.
Word count: 325 words