Nina's Fabulous Life

In spring and summer, every Sunday, the staff of the children"s home organize outings to keep the youngest occupied. Sometimes they are walks in the forest. From time to time, these are short walks in the nature or it can also be, the discovery of jobs such as farming.

In any case, these outings are always intended to be educational. In order to supervise the children, the oldest of us help the staff of the home. However, for some reason, I am never selected to supervise these fun outings.

It is not that serious. I still accompany the children from time to time and together we discover the surrounding nature.

"Look at these mushrooms, children. Look at their round shape and hard consistency. Don"t they remind you of something?"

When I see them thinking so deeply, once again, I can"t help but think. (Kyaa, they"re so cute.)

My little darling, the adorable Lara, blinks her big blue eyes three times. "Maybe to b.u.t.tons for coats?"

How naive at that age. "No, that"s not it, sweetheart. Kids, look at them carefully and then you can understand why these mushrooms are called, (earth nipples.)"

All in chorus. "Ohhhhhh"

s.h.i.t, that Berth cowhide, is coming this way. Berth is an old woman with a tighter a.s.s than a vice. Unfortunately, she is also the deputy director of the children"s home and the person in charge of our field trips.

For some reason I can"t explain, that old witch never liked me very much. No, actually, she totally hates me.

"Nina, I already told you I don"t want you to be alone with the kids. Last time, you thought it was fun to put in their heads that ferrets and their teachers are part of the same family. What do you think? Who had to solve the problems that resulted from your stupidity?"

"Mrs. Berth, Nina is kind. Thanks to her, we now know that these mushrooms are called, earth nipples."

My little Lara, I know you meant well, but, you just pushed big sister Nina, very deeply into the s.h.i.t.

"Oh, isn"t that the Coock tuna calling me? I"m sorry, Mrs. Berth, but the big boss needs me."

11:50am

A picnic at the edge of a pond. There"s nothing better when the good weather is coming.

"Are you sharing with me, Kevin?"

The hesitant look of the 6-year-old boy goes from his own bowl to me, then from me to his bowl. As I see that he has trouble making up his mind, I tear it out of his hands.

"Kevin, living in a community is all about sharing."

"Yes, but.... Big sister Nina, it was my adopted mother who prepared it for me."
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What a selfish kid. "Do you think all the kids here have your chance, Kevin? Do you think everyone has a nice foster mom who prepares good food for them? Look at all these dirty little faces and..."

"They"re not that dirty." The brat! So small and he allows himself to cut me off.

"Kevin, don"t play the at one who doesn"t understand where I"m going with this. Unlike the happy little boy that you are, your brothers and sisters have nothing to eat and you, you, you selfish little boy, refuse to share? As you wish! I"m confiscating your bowl! I hope that in this way you will understand that in life, nothing is ever acquired indefinitely. Ummmm, it"s really good."

Group outings are also that: The possibility of eating the good little dishes made with love by the parents of my brothers and sisters living in a family, who join us for the day.

"My adopted mother"s good food, wuwuwu. Nina, stole my lunch, wuwuwuwu."

What a noisy kid! Is it worth screaming about a little food? Oh, my anti-b.i.t.c.h radar is activated.

Indeed, my radar is very reliable and the arrival of a city girl who volunteers for the home confirms that it has not been activated in vain.

The girl, slightly older than me, almost throws herself to the ground to pick up the noisy kid in her arms.

"What is it, my little Kevin? Why, all those big crocodile tears?"

Tsch, Miss Perfection annoys me so much that I think for a moment, throw the bowl right in her head. However.... No, there are still some delicious pieces left in it and ruining them would be sacrilege.

"Wuwuwu, it"s Nina. She stole my lunch."

Miss perfection, gives me an oblique look. In response, my fork strokes are getting faster. "Do you want Auntie to get your bowl back?"

Cry, you"ll pee less, noisy kid. "Wuwuwu, yes, and the $20 she stole from me last weekend."

s.h.i.t, that d.a.m.n collaborator sold me out. Miss perfection, points her raging index at me. "Nina, how dare you racket the children!"

Hmm? I"ve never seen it that way before. "Let"s just say it takes less effort than taking the property of people my age. Okay, I admit I was wrong. Here you go, Kevin. Here"s your bowl."

"But it"s empty?"

Like I"m going to give it back to you with its good food, you stupid child. "Yes, indeed, and know that I did it to teach you life. So now you can understand that you should never be satisfied with what you have, because as you can see: Everything can be taken away from you overnight.

I pat Kevin"s little brown head and proud to have actively partic.i.p.ated in this educational day, I am now heading to a 5-year-old girl who joined the children"s home during the week.

"h.e.l.lo, you! You have some good cakes. Would you share with older sister, Nina?"