#sally as a caregiver

[innerchildofwoe]

Sally as a Caregiver

Sweet but spooky lullabies to help you fall asleep

"Come here, baby bat, you need to hold Mama's hand."

Super yummy homemade snacks

Midnight walks through the graveyard

Spooky movie nights

Dancing in thunderstorms

Always knows what's best for you, especially when you're having a hard time

"Of course we can go trick or treating, sweetie pie!! What do you want to dress up as?"

The absolute best snuggles

Knowing how to take care of any little injury you may get

Hand sewn stuffies of your favorite critters

Encouraging you to always be unapologetically yourself, no matter what others thing

Soft but strict if necessary

[thetinyblossom]

Hey, I dunno if you know Sally Face but if you do, could I ask for some hc for caregiver Sal? And if you don't, could I ask for a cg Sal moodboard instead? 👉👈

I can do both!!!

🎸🌀Caregiver! Sal Fisher (Sally Face) Headcanons + Moodboard🌀🎸

🎸He is a flip :] when babysitting/caregiving he acts like a big brother or playmate

🌀Likes being called “Sal”, “Sally” or “Bubba”

🎸He is affectionate even if he denies it, he prefers actions over words, but will offer any comfort if asked

🌀Will teach you about metal music and his favorite bands

🎸Will teach bad words to the kiddos on accident and laugh a lot after it

🌀Usually plays video games or listens to music with you, but will also suggest board games and activities like baking

🎸Will tell you the silliest spooky stories and the best horror movies (that are appropriate for your age)

🌀Will always have a snack for you too, tasty foods are always welcome

[aew-kun-age-regression]

"Fix it please..?"

Pairings: Caregiver!Sally, Caregiver!Jack Skeleton x Little!Reader

Summary: Whilst playing with Jack you fall and rip a hole in your shirt. Not to fear Mama Sally is there to fix it! <3

Warnings: Nicknames that's it <3 (Mama, Dada, Dear, Darling, Little Bat)

A/N - I appreciate that this was not at all a request but I randomly decided I wanted to do this 😂

(Gender Neutral Reader)

‼️ THIS IS NOT NSFW ‼️

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"Mama!!!"

Sally looked over to where you were currently bumbling over from.

"What's wrong Dear..?"

"Mm hole" you muttered.

"Hole? What do you mean Darling?"

Jack walked up behind you.

"They fell over and got a hole in the sleeve of their shirt. I said you may be able to do something spooky to make them feel better.."

Sally nodded.

"Well I definitely think I can do something, here.."

Sally gently took your hand and picked you up, placing you on a low down wall. She pulled out a needle & thread and careful of your skin, pinched the fabric of your shirt. She began to stitch a pattern into the shirt and within minutes the hole in your shirt had been stitched up and there was now a small pumpkin stitched over where the hole originally was.

"There you go Dear.."

"Thank you mama!!!" You giggled.

"Look dada is pumpkin!!"

Jack laughed, picking you up off the wall, holding you in his arms.

"It is isn't it little bat!"

Sally smiled as you and Jack returned to the game you had previously been playing.

"Be careful this time you two"

"Will do Mama!!"

[outlandish-dreamer]

Caregivers! Jack and Sally 🖤🪡

for Aurora from @auroras-and-sad-prosee

Despite being from Halloweentown, they're really warm and welcoming. They love having you around and showing you all the not too scary parts of their world

While Jack is the more adventurous and mischievous one, Sally's a very sweet and gentle caregiver. Sometimes you can get her to join in on whatever you and Jack got into that day, but she's content to just watch and make sure you don't do anything too dangerous

They both love learning about you! They want to make sure they do what's right for you on your terms. Whether you want them to do more, or to just be there, they care about you. And your interests too! They're supportive of pretty much everything and will try to engage in them with you whenever they can

Jack loves learning all the human traditions and things you enjoy from your world. And after realizing what Christmas was and what you celebrate during that season, he and Sally celebrate them with you. He takes holidays are taken very seriously after all

"What's that? Oh, you want us to celebrate with you this year? Aw, my dear, of course we will! I would be honored."

Walks through the woods, the graveyard, the rain, pretty much whenever. There's always something to check out somewhere.

Speaking of which, Jack's endlessly trying out new experiments or projects with you. Sometimes it results in something exploding, but usually it's just harmless fun

Hand sewn blankets to make sure you don't get too cold, and plushies of your favorite creatures to keep you company when they're not around

Sally is very patient with your emotions. Even if they're really difficult to process at the moment. She understands that it's hard and encourages you to express them, reminding you that it's okay and you're safe

She's pretty much the embodiment of "Mom." And she doesn't mind that

Jack's the same way. He's better at words and making sure you're alright while Sally's better at figuring out how to help you and helping you through them in general. He still tries though, even if it takes him some time at first.

Soft stories and lullabies to help you fall asleep. It almost always ends up in either one of the two's arms

[littlebabyself]

heey! could you write something with cg!sal fisher pls??

Sally face caregiver headcannons!

HII!! Ya!! I’d love to :] 🫶🫶

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hey btw, I see Sal and the area he lives in as very Midwest emo, small town USA core. so you’ll def see hints of that

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• unironically says “rad”

• lets Larry babysit ofc ofc

• very chill, maybe a lil too chill

• very protective at times

• he loves to paint his littles nails

• chronic hanger of drawings on the fridge

•makes up songs to get his little to do things like shower, sleep, brush teeth, ext.

• prefers quiet over loudness

• loves to watch old 90’s cartoons with his little

• he loves to take his little out and walk around town with them, Larry joins sometimes too.

• big user of bad words :,) (but never at his little)

• very good at handling overstimulation and meltdowns

• uses names like baby, honey, gorgeous, handsome, sweetheart, kiddo, squirt,

• he’s always nervous to let his little see his face without the mask

• always smells like roses

• loves to pick you up on his shoulders and swing you around in his arms

• has a box of Polaroid photos of his favorite memories of you and him

• hums you to sleep

• makes you costume stuffies ((they are very ugly but he tries))

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[anonymouslymadebydesign]

I have a request please!

Could you write about Eddie dear and Frank frankly taking care of a regressed reader?

(Headcannon or fanfic I don’t mind!)

Sorry I didn’t notice I got an ask !! Im still getting used to Tumblrs interface, especially since it’s so different on my phone than my laptop (╯‿╰,)

Absolutely ! I’ll do headcanons since everything is so new, but I hope you enjoy it anon ! Hope you don’t mind that I like writing reader as a fellow puppet of the Neighborhood.

Synopsis : Frank and Eddie take care of you during dinner time and tuck you in for bed

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✿ Just like Julie, you would consider yourself pretty good friends with Frank. You trusted him more than anyone else in the Neighborhood. So when he finally made it official with Eddie, you were over the moon for him! Now you had two besties to hang out with

✿ Most everyone knew you age regressed occasionally, heck, some of your fellow neighbors did as well ! Sally, for example, regressed like you do and made for wonderful playdates

✿ When Frank had suggested that both him and Eddie act as your caregivers, you hesitated. On one hand, it would be awesome having not one but TWO caregivers. On the other hand, you felt rather shy opening up to Eddie in such a vulnerable state.

✿ In the end though, you agreed. Frank had said that he spoke with Eddie before approaching you about it, and that the mailman was more than excited to partake. “I think it would be fun!” He had said

✿ Franks home is a nice little two bedroom house with a little office he kept for all his insect stuff. Especially his display of butterfly shadow boxes. The spare bedroom was originally a guest bedroom but doubled as the space where you and Frank would hang when regressed

✿ As the afternoon turned into evening and Eddie’s shift ended, little you and Frank waited patiently (albeit excitedly) for the mailman to come home. Dinner was around the corner and Frank had already set the table, your own colorful plastic plate and cutlery set out as well.

✿ “I’m home!” Eddie announced loudly as he entered the house. He set his satchel and hat off to the side. “Sorry if I’m a little late, I got lost delivering some of the last packages.”

✿ “Welcome Home.” Frank greeted him as well and went to give his hello kisses. You giggled at their interaction from your place at the table. “Dinners ready whenever you are.”

✿ You couldn’t help the giggles that seemed to spill out of you as you watch the two dot over eachother. It was enough to catch Eddie’s attention. “Now what this over here? Looks like someone has a case of the giggles.”

✿ “Papa gave Daddy kisses.” You said gleefully behind your hands. Eddie left Frank’s side to come over to you as he enveloped you in a hug.

✿ “And Papa gives kisses to littles too!” He said giving you quick smooches to both your cheeks. His hands found their way to your sides and before you could register what he was doing, he began to tickle you. This sent you into a raging fit of laughter, absolutely shrieking before Eddie took mercy and took his place at the table.

✿ Dinner went by normally. Frank put your food on your plastic plate, with dividers, and poured your favorite juice in a sippy cup. Eddie talked about his day and how it went and in turn ask you and Frank how yours was.

✿ “We played with Sally at her house and for lunch we had sandwiches that Miss Poppy made. It was really yummy. Then we had nap time and daddy read me the hungry caterpillar, it’s my favorite bug book.” You rambled off when it your turn to talk about your day. It was like that as everyone finished their food as Frank and Eddie started taking plates and washing them.

✿ Frank had been to worried in the past that you might accidentally cut yourself with something sharp while helping with the dishes, so he asked instead if you didn’t mind getting into your pajamas for the night. “I’m sure papa would love to see your new jammies we got from Howdys.”

✿ The idea of being able to show off your new pjs was more than enough motivation to leave to two in the kitchen as they cleaned. When you came back, they were finished and had put most of everything away.

✿ “Papa!” You had practically shouted as you came into the living room. “Look at my pjs! The stars glow in the dark!” They were indeed cute pajamas. They had a solid blue background with white stars scattered about in various sizes.

✿ “Come here,” Eddie patted the space between him and Frank on the couch. You gladly wiggled in between them to cuddle. “Why, these look spectacular! You’ll have to show me them glowing when it’s bedtime.”

✿ As you snuggled between your caretakers you felt sleep slowly but surely creep its way up as you began to yawn. Surely closing your eyes just to rest them won’t make you go to sleep. Besides, papa is telling a real interesting story (that you aren’t following) to daddy so of course you’ll stay awake.

✿ In all honesty, you only lasted for roughly half an hour, and that’s being generous. The sun had set long ago and the hour was late. “Oh dear,” Eddie said, suddenly dropping his voice to a whisper. “I believe they’ve fallen asleep.”

✿ “So they have.” Frank whispered. “Here, why don’t we take ‘em to bed.” He gently pried himself away from you, moving ever so slowly in order not to wake you. Eddie scooped you up in his strong arms, trying his best not to stir you, and carried you to the guest room.

✿ While Eddie tucked you into bed, Frank grabbed one of your stuffed animals and expertly slid it between your arms. You moved a little but it was to grasp the toy and hold it dearly. Frank plugged in a nightlight on the opposite side of the room before tiptoeing out, Eddie leaving right behind.

✿ Even though Frank had left you a nightlight, he flipped the hallway light on and left the door open a creek. He knew that you hated wondering around in the dark in case you needed something in the middle of the night.

✿ “Goodnight sleepy bug.” Eddie whispered to your sleeping form before finally taking his leave and following Frank upstairs and to their bedroom.

[ur-fav-is-agere]

Sal Fisher from Sally Face

Is a caregiver!

[in-the-cold-starlight]

hello yet again lovelies !!

i have written some more drabble, this time involving jack and sally ! my nightmare before christmas brainrot is especially strong this time of year, so i toss at you a hurt/comfort with some tiny Jack and a very loving Sally :]

if you choose to read i very much appreciate you, and i hope you enjoy !! happy holidays and enjoy your scrolling ! <3

[k1ddiecat]

Aidan Waite and Josh Levison caregiver moodboard

Aidan and Josh are all about home, as the home they found with eachother. Comfy blankets, packed lunches and little notes for all the times work at the hospital keeps them away. Their medical training makes them great for a little one who needs special care due to disability/comfortable dip changers/ anything under the sun. Vamp cg means unlimited piggy back rides and even Josh's wolf is fond of you. And if it's protection you need there are no better monsters to keep you safe.

[wh0dunit]

having all the final kids in a little teen survivors club is fun and all but also consider an older miss strode adopting them all. their clubhouse is her fortress of a house in the middle of the woods. safe place for them to go if things aren’t going well at home or the slasher of the week is back from the dead. she has therapy dogs and snacks and tea and teaches them all about gun safety.

[darling-cg]

Sally whom I adore! She is a diva of a regressor!

sfw interaction please!

[ozzgin]

Is it just me or can I imagine a yandere with a darling who’s immune system and possibly everything about them just screams weak and pathetic, BUT their darling is actually very strong mentally and has and will create the most fucked up, batshit crazy inventions from what used to be harmless to something that can help them escape and possibly destroy everything in its path.

But at the end of the day, they become sleepy koalas who hug whoever is near them and fall asleep :)

This could be a request or rant, whatever you can think of! I just wanted to see how different yandere writers would interpret this small imagination of mine <3

But as always, stay safe and take care! everyone needs a break some time to time~

Sorry, but the moment I read the Darling's description, I instantly thought of Dr. Finkelstein from Nightmare Before Christmas. You know, Sally's inventor. 😭 So let me quickly write this down while I'm in my Shelley vibes, because I like the idea a lot. With a little twist, if you don't mind. :)

Yandere! Monster x Inventor! Reader

A frail inventor, and their affectionate rag doll that has been carefully stitched together for the purpose of a caregiver. An artificial existence, trapped within the confines of your lonely tower. Or so you might think.

Content: gender neutral reader, monster romance, obsessive behavior

"I ought to be thy Adam, but I am rather the fallen angel..." [Frankenstein]

You dangle an old, rusty bell for a good minute before leaning back in your chair. The barely audible chimes are quickly swallowed by the loud, mechanical groans of the gears and engines occupying most of this room. No matter, his ears are good. You picked them yourself. And surely enough, within moments, the door to your laboratory opens and someone cautiously walks in.

A tall, slender man. Or rather, something meant to resemble a man. The skin is a clumsy patchwork of blues and grays - you're no talented seamster, sadly - gathering together the body parts in what feels like a parodic attempt at mimicking God and his image. You gaze at the creature approaching you with a tray of tea and sweets. Scarcely your best work, if you must adhere to honesty. Regardless of the quality of your labor at the time of creation, you are proud of the result. How could you not be? You know this man better than you know yourself. Every organ, every artificial nerve cord, every blemish and stitch of his body was placed according to your intentions. A masterfully detailed project that took you years to complete; not an easy feat considering the lamentable state of your health.

"Here's your deadly nightshade tea." The man places a small, porcelain cup on the desk. "Do let me know when I should take you to bed, (Y/N)." You wave your hand dismissively and stretch out your limbs. "Not yet. I am almost finished", you respond, returning to the mound of metal scraps and pipes before you. "Can I ask what you're making?" The pale creature lowers himself to your level, a curious smile plastered on his face. "It's a mechanical heart", you reveal boastfully. "Like the one I have?" You run your hand through the creature's hair affectionately. "Almost. I'm testing out a different way to build the valves, for a more efficient pumping cycle." You continue to explain the intricacies of your novel mechanism, occasionally sipping on your tea. "Who knows, you might have a sibling in the near future."

The man's smile drops in an instant, and his sunken eyes widen at your statement. "What? Am I- am I not enough?" You glance at the creature as he becomes increasingly frantic. "Don't speak nonsense. If it comes out alright, I'll upgrade your own parts as well. I'm a disciple of scientific virtue, of continuous improvement." Nonsense? Vile treachery! You might've chiseled the brain that throbs within the walls of his skull, but his mind is his alone, and you seem to lack a fundamental understanding of his feelings and thoughts. His ardent confessions of love are met with mockingly pitiful grins, in the way a parent soothes a needy child. Even now, your eyes reflect nothing more than sympathy towards his protest. A childish tantrum is what you're most likely thinking. You've no time for emotional bagatelles. He can read you like an open book.

You simply won't understand. There is no place for a stranger in the life he's crafted with his very own hands: you, and him, and the evening tea with a side of butterscotch biscuits, and the bedtime talks, and the stripped branches of the decaying tree that rap at the windows on stormy nights. You might be the Inventor, but he is not just a mere, humble servant, a rag doll to be tossed around or toyed with. As you will soon discover, after all.

You awaken in the midst of night with your temples burning from a much too familiar headache. Although it's not just the pain that has disturbed your slumber. You can hear rattles and thuds coming from the upstairs laboratory. An intruder? Oh, your creations! The sound of glass breaking and metal scraping sends you into spiraling despair. You fumble to reach the nightstand, patting the surface in search for the bell and keys. You shake the handle in a panic, unable to find anything else in the darkness.

The chaotic rustle abruptly stops, followed by descending footsteps. You hold your breath as the chamber door opens, but it's none other than your creature. "Another flare-up? Shall I bring you some medicine?" the man asks with monotonous courtesy. "What have you been doing? What's all that noise?" you demand, agitated, but upon lifting yourself off the mattress you discover your legs are numb and uncooperative. The man hurries to your bed with a worried frown, and you hear the familiar clatter of the keychain coming from one of his pockets. "Have you taken my keys? Cease this foolishness at once!" Indifferent to your reproach, he places a firm hold on your shoulders and forces you back down, tucking you in effortlessly.

"You must forgive my impertinence." he says in a pleading tone. "I do not wish to impede the works of your genius. As your partner, however, it is my duty to prevent you from making mistakes." You furrow your eyebrows at his words. "What mistakes? My invention was flawless!", you argue fervently. "Indeed it was, but not its purpose. What need have you for another being?" It is the creature's turn for a passionate speech. He stands up with a confidence you don't recognize and continues: "You should know by now that I am fit to perform any role. That of your servant, your caregiver, your lover, or anything else you may desire. You can resume your tinkering starting tomorrow, but such blasphemies to our bond as the one today will not be tolerated." He straightens his vest and reaches for the door handle. "I will prepare some tea to help you rest."

Inconceivable. Your own creation, built with your own hands...Has something escaped your attention? His dialogue is deranged, tainted by madness. "Have I done something wrong?" you mumble to yourself, deep in contemplation. "Nonsense." the creature turns to face you briefly. "It was you who created me after all. Everything is perfectly splendid."

[abdlstories777]

Once the envy of the entire town, Sally Anne had it all - the perfect husband, the perfect children, and the perfect life. However, everything changed when her infidelity was exposed. As a consequence, she faced a unique punishment where she regressed to behaving like a baby for a year. Sally Anne now lived as a smelly little baby, wearing nappies and needing them changed by anyone willing.

She would toddle to the shop and Her days unfolded within the pastel walls of a daycare center, where Sally Anne found herself swathed in an infantile existence. She was no longer the independent woman she used to be but instead, a grown woman living in the peculiar world of oversized nappies and high chairs.

Sally Anne's mornings began with her being spoon-fed pureed fruits and vegetables while strapped into a giant high chair. Her day care attendants cooed words of encouragement as they navigated each spoonful towards her mouth, replicating the nurturing atmosphere typically experienced by toddlers.

The clatter of colorful blocks and soft plush toys filled her afternoons as she crawled around on hands and knees, engaging in playtime that was far removed from the mature activities she once enjoyed. The care workers watched over her with vigilant eyes, their soothing voices often breaking through the noise to praise her for stacking another block or successfully rolling a ball.

A particularly humbling part of her day was when it came time for nappy changes. Sally Anne would be gently lifted onto a changing table, her legs raised in an undignified manner as caregivers removed her soiled nappy. They would then proceed to clean and powder her with meticulous care, all while maintaining an air of normalcy that made these moments bearable for Sally Anne.

At day's end, when shadows stretched long across the playground outside, Sally Anne's husband would arrive to collect his wife. The handover process was always tinged with embarrassment as he listened to detailed reports about Sally Anne's behavior that day - how many times she had been changed, what she had eaten, and any noteworthy interactions during playtime. His face would flush slightly as he nodded along, absorbing this new reality they were living in. He then carried out the final ritual of their daycare routine: buckling Sally Anne into a booster seat for the drive home.

[seireitonin]

Clockwork and Sally

New HC: (TW SA is mentioned)

Sally and Clockwork can relate to each other in a way that no one else can. Clockwork sees herself in Sally. A representation of her inner child. Down to the stuffed animal she carries around for comfort. The long brown hair. The pretty green eyes. And unfortunately being taken advantage of by a male family member. Sally sees Clockwork as everything she could’ve been if it wasn’t for her evil monster of an uncle. A beautiful woman. In a relationship with someone she loves. Being able to move on from the trauma. Having someone who believes Clockwork when she talks about her S/A and Toby still loving her and seeing her as a person despite that. Sally had no one. Sally is stuck as the traumatized child that was killed in the woods. Never got to grow up. Never got to move on. Stuck with the trauma and blood and pain forever. Clockwork and Sally sometimes just sit together. Clockwork always tells her “I see you. I believe you. I hear you.” “Those words could’ve saved my life. Saved me.” “Me too” But it’s almost like Clockwork is talking to her younger self. Her inner child. They are sisters. And always will be. They take back the childhood and normal lives that were stolen from them by evil abusive men. They heal each other with their presence. With their love for each other. Sometimes Sally will sleep between Clockwork and Toby. It’s like Toby has a sister again and Clockwork gets to be the safe space and proper caregiver that Sally never had. They’re a family. Even if only for a short while.

(Clockwork is starting to grow on me so I thought she deserved a proper hc post. I’ll be reading this out on my TikTok later, but I wanted to write this down and share it before I forgot)

[anonymouslymadebydesign]

Hi there! I hope these asks don’t overwhelm you!

Anyways could you do (headcannons or fanfic I don’t mind) frank frankly taking care of a clumsy little reader?

Thanks!—🐙

They don’t overwhelm me in the slightest! In fact, I feel as though I don’t get a lot to begin with (╯ω╰,) I wrote Frank as more of a big brother care giver here ! Frank gives me big brother vibes

Update on myself tho : my tongue has healed a lot more and it’s easier to talk ! My shoulder still hurts (it’s the same one I hurt when I had my last seizure) but it’s getting better every day :D I’m still a little out of it but it’s all good

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✿ Frank is seen as kinda the bookworm of the Neighborhood, although he specializes in bugs (especially butterflies) he makes sure he studies all kinds of books. How else would he know all the answers to your questions ?

✿ When you felt little, you tended to hang out with Frank more than anyone else. Sure, other members of the neighborhood didn’t mind watching you but you’re favorite person to be with was the know it all himself, Frank Frankly

✿ No one else knew how to take care of you as well as he did anyways. And no one played doctor as well as he did ! ᕦ(ò‿óˇ)ᕤ

✿ When you were little, you were even clumsier than when you’re big, and consequently you tended to be more prone to scrapes. You were already known for being a little clumsy but even little you couldn’t help but accumulate more scrapes than usual (╯ω╰,)

✿ If the weather was nice, the two of you would venture into his backyard and play while the sun was out ! Being so close to the woods gave you ample opportunity for exploring and pretending up new stories to play !

✿ If you preferred to play alone, Frank would sit on the back patio with a book, casting you the occasional glance up to make sure you haven’t accidentally hurt yourself. He would call out making sure you were alright and offer to play as well.

✿ If you don’t like playing alone, Frank would join you in whatever game you wanted to play, whether it be something made up on the spot or something the two of you had played in the past. You loved playing pretend with him!

✿ Either way, Frank would keep a close eye on you, softly reminding you to be mindful and not get too excited. He’s always worried you might hurt yourself if you get carried away, he knows how clumsy you can be.

✿ He always makes sure to keep bandaids and ointment on him in case of small scrapes, but if you were to really hurt yourself, he’d scoop you up in his arms and carry you inside, telling you over and over that he’s got you and that it’s “gonna be okay”

✿ Easily setting you up on the kitchen counter, he’d quickly make sure you’re okay and check for any other possible places you could’ve gotten hurt. He’s very thorough when making sure you’re okay

✿ He always makes sure to keep your favorite kind of colorful bandaids on him, both in his pockets and inside his home. Whether you like colorful ones, plain, cartoon, or a variety, Frank always has them. He lets you pick which ones you want when patching you up

✿ No one likes getting boo-boo, especially when you can’t help being so clumsy, so once you’re feeling better he’ll take you to Howdys and together you’ll grab a treat ! It instantly lifts your mood (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

[ur-fav-is-agere]

Larry Johnson from Sally Face

Is a caregiver!