All the Red Flags

The parents still hadn't actually given me any clear instructions. Or told me anything for that matter. So when I couldn't look busy with the older kids I assume I was supposed to watch after DC. This was complicated by the fact that he hated me. Mrs. Crazy had explained it on the car ride from the airport that there had been a lot of recent turnover and he was having trouble adjusting to new people. But apparently he had taken quite a liking to G since she had gotten here. This didn't faze me at all. I'm like the kid whisperer. Like I said, I'm pretty good with kids, and I figured with a little of my awesomeness and some perseverance, by the end of the week I'd be fine. I was so naive.
A couple of weeks later during a particularly angry showdown between myself and Dc, Mr. Crazy would try and explain that DC always yells in Greek that he is all alone and everybody leaves him. That he is just acting out in rage a lot of abandonment issues. That should be a red flag to most parents. It was not to the Crazies. All I know is that that explanation should have invoked sympathy in even a cold-hearted person, but by the time we get there, hopefully you'll understand how that did not move me in the least.
To explain the overturn, later in the week, after G and I became good friends she shared her information with me. See, the summer resort they stay at is made up of about a dozen families who come there every summer. Really rich Greek families who each usually have a Filipino housekeeper, and occasionally a Filipino nanny. This would explain how I would become the trophy and novelty that I become, it's not normal for Americans to do this. So, each family has their help who tend to stay with them for up to 5 years or so. And G was out talking with the other Filipino housekeepers at the resort and they tell her that apparently the Crazy family has new help each month. Sometimes each week.
When G finally tells me this my heart drops into my stomach. This is a very red flag.
Speaking of red flags, another peculiar thing started as soon as I got there-nosebleeds. I have had very few nosebleeds in my life, usually caused by getting hit in the nose. But the day after I got there, for some reason my nose bled constantly, like the gross kind where you end up having blood run down your face. It was unexplainable, and for someone who is a firm believer in universal signs, the fact that my nose was constantly bleeding, and would continue to for up to a week, it was already quite obvious to my body that I mad have made a big mistake.