terrifying babysitter

Ruby was her name, sounds horrifying enough already, but that’s just the beginning. I was too young to remember but my mother still tells me the stories of my very first babysitter. She was my aunt, aunt Ruby, living just a few houses down from my memaw and no one knew what happened behind the closed doors. After long days at work my mom would come to save me, at first she never imagined to walk through the door and find her baby girl dirty, smelly, and in tears. I would suffer all day without a diaper change, I would never receive a bath even when I desperately needed one from afternoons in the dirt. I would be placed on the floor and ignored after that. My mother soon started to notice random bruises, Ruby had no explanation. Finally my mother was fed up, we found a new babysitter and I soon became the new terror. Like any other afternoon my mother came to pick me up and heard the story of me biting the other children, but it soon stopped. So after that day my afternoons were perfect with a new babysitter.