I thought she was just another helping hand that my father had hired. She looked good from the doorway leading out to the backyard. I thought that I could get her with just a smile, with just a smirk and the way that I talked. She must’ve known who I was. My father warned me to stay away from her; he told me numerous times that I was to stay away from her before he left. My father, he saw me as a disappointment but when I went out to tan in the chair and began talking with the maid I had a feeling she was going to be different. I just didn’t realize how different she would be from all the rest. A woman that made me feels like I was something and does not because of the money that I had.