"I think it's been a while since you've gone to see your son. Don't you miss him?" Elisa asked.
Mira smiled sadly. "I do. But—"
"Do you think you are with some tyrant? Go and see your son!" Elisa said firmly.
Mira sighed. "I just—"
"Mira," Elisa called out in the form of a warning. "I need a nurse not a babysitter. Don't make your job keep you from knowing your son, and in turn make your son not have an idea of you. Always try to be available for him. It's not just about making the money, okay?"
Mira realised she was right. She didn't want her son to grow up without a father and a mother. She needed to make herself available to him. A tear left her eye as she realised how lucky she was to have met this woman.
And to think she didn't want to accept the offer at first. Rich people can be overbearing.
