The Charlotte Transition I looked at the people passing by on the street, uncertainty taking over me. Her hands felt cold, because I didn't know what awaited me outside and my whole life was about to change from that moment on. I was still standing in front of the orphanage where I had spent my entire life, the only home I had ever known, as I had been left there since I was just a four-year-old child and had never had the privilege, or otherwise, of being adopted. . I didn't remember the family I had before I got there, because my mother had left me there when I was too young to remember and never came back. She had only left a note, which said that I would be better off at the institution. And I believed she must be right. Now I turned eighteen and the time had come to follow a new path, make my own choices and accept the consequences of these, from now on. I adjusted the backpack as best I could over my shoulder, with great care, as it contained all my belongings, and started walking to the nearest subway station, which I used to use to go to school and that made me feel a little more confdence. The nuns always tried to help those who left the orphanage, as they knew that there would be many difculties faced when you had no family to turn to, much less a place to go, and they had managed to get me a job as a nanny at the home of an important businessman. I went to the indicated address with a little fear, as I didn't know the Manhattan area, as I had always moved around the Bronx, which was where I lived and studied, and I was never one to go out to other places. With some difculty, I reached the address the nuns gave me and rang the doorbell of the elegant house on Park Avenue, being answered by a uniformed employee who seemed to be a very serious person, with her austere countenance. I introduced myself to her, handing over the paper given to me. After receiving all the instructions she gave and seeing the wing of the house designated for employees, where I would stay from that day on, I met little Eloá and the other nanny, Nicole. - You will take turns, so that Eloá always has a nanny looking after her, and when necessary, you will support the little one. – Abigail, as the housekeeper had introduced herself, continued with her instructions. I received my uniforms and was given leave to settle in, as only at night would I be actually responsible for the care of the six-year-old girl. When it was getting dark, I was called to have my meal in the kitchen, already in my uniform, and then to meet Nicole, who was about to leave. - I've already cleaned Eloá and you just need to give her dinner. – Nicole guided me, kindly. - I want to eat now, Nicky. – Eloá asked, hugging the nanny. - You can't, Eloá. – Nicole said, stroking the child's hair. – It's almost time now. I frowned when I heard the other girl's words and I felt like I was in the orphanage, where I always lived with strict rules when it came to everything. - There is a table with all of Eloá's schedules on that board – she said, pointing to one of the corners of the room – and you must follow this schedule exactly! - I understood. I walked to the board and saw that there was a specifc time for everything, even the duration of the child's bath. Eloá seemed to be a calm child and I noticed that she was very attached to Nicole, who, through her gestures of affection, responded to the girl's affection. I was standing waiting for Nicole to give me some more instructions, when a tall and very thin woman, blonde with blue eyes, just like Eloá was, entered the room, looking