One week later on a weekend, I was woken by continuous ringing of the front door. I did not expect anyone and I had given my nanny some time off. The only people I thought were at the door would be my parents. I threw on some sweatpants and headed downstairs grumpily. I opened the door with a bored look on my face wondering who was disturbing my peace.
Upon opening the door, I saw Melisa with a distraught look on her face. Her make-up was smudged with strips of black mascara running down her face. I looked at her with a slightly worried expression wondering what to do. I was the worst in comforting girls especially crying ones. The only thing I was good at was lying to them just to bed them. She had not said a word since I opened the door. I opened it wider for her to come in and calm down. Maybe then she would tell me what was wrong with her.
I however did not expect the reaction I got next from her. She wrapped her arms around me and began sobbing loudly. This made me even more uncomfortable considering that she was now bawling her eyes out. I placed a comforting hand around her and soothed her back slowly. I felt her shaking even more and I got more worried about what could have happened to her. My only thought was that maybe her parent finally got the divorce finalized or had one big fight. After a while, she quieted down and what was left was the sound of her sniffles.
We had stayed like that for a while now wallowing in silent thoughts that I didn't realize that the front door was still open. I snapped out of my thoughts and lead Melisa to the living room. I then closed the front door and headed to the kitchen to get her some water to drink. She gobbled it down her throat that I was afraid she would choke.