Alice started working for Martin after leaving the foster system when she was 17. At the time, the job was recommended to her by her foster mother, a good friend of the wealthy blind man.
One day, Alice was making Martin breakfast, his favorite peanut butter and jelly sandwich, when they started reminiscing about the first time they’d met.
“Tell me, Alice, how long has it been since you started working here?” Martin asked Alice while she was cooking breakfast for him.
“Hmmm, I think it’s been ten years, sir. I remember that time so well. I was afraid of leaving the foster care system because I didn’t think anyone would hire me. Then Mrs. Chester said you needed a nurse, and here I am!”
Martin nodded. “Right. It’s been ten years. Time flies, huh?” he said, reaching for the sandwich Alice had prepared for him. At that same moment, Martin’s son Adam entered the kitchen.
“Why is it that you only ever make breakfast for Dad? You’re a slave, you’re supposed to be serving everyone at home,” he scoffed at Alice. The word “slave” made Alice’s stomach twist, and she was close to tears when she heard it.
No one, including Adam, could imagine that one day, Martin would reveal that Alice was his biological daughter.
