There's something alive about her, and strong despite the distance and brokenness in her eyes. She's a survivor after all. And she smiles. "I can help?"
"I've raised five on my own. I'm eighteen, have been a surrogate mother since before I was eleven. I'm the oldest of a family of six, and since we didn't have parents, I took on the role of mother." Max explains. "I also am pretty sure I can get references if you need them."
She blinks. "Well, then." And she waves a dismissive hand. "No, no. References aren't necessary. You seem like a lovely girl. Now, my name is Daisy Buchanan and my beautiful little girl is Pammy. She needs someone to take care of her, you see, and her nurse is... not here. What do you say to taking the job?"
"It's nice to meet you, Miss Buchanan. I'm Maximum Ride, but everyone just calls me Max."
"I'd be glad to if you'd give me basic information. Age, health, what exactly is expected of me in taking care of her. Little things so I can make sure she gets the best care I can give."
"Certainly. She is... two years old, I believe. Perfectly healthy, of course. An absolutely beautiful little dream of a child, really. And... well, I don't know. Do whatever one does to care for a child. Make her happy. You'll be well-paid, of course."
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"I'd be glad to if you'd give me basic information. Age, health, what exactly is expected of me in taking care of her. Little things so I can make sure she gets the best care I can give."
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"Certainly. She is... two years old, I believe. Perfectly healthy, of course. An absolutely beautiful little dream of a child, really. And... well, I don't know. Do whatever one does to care for a child. Make her happy. You'll be well-paid, of course."
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