I was helpless. After I'd spent my entire lifetrying to be strong and tough, this felt as though someone was playing acruel joke on me."This proves t...at God exists," I muttered to myself bitterly. "And he'sgot a sadistic sense of humor."When my mom's clothes were cleaned, I reluctantly pulled them out of thedryer and then began to try them on. The clothes were all too big for me,but not nearly as bad as my own were. I ended up putting on a pair ofslacks and a shirt, both of which were. He enjoys these times with the children, he has grown accustomed to the empty spot in his bed since she left them, a long time ago now, he thinks, almost a year. And the girl, the delightful creature so warm and soft, so close... she has become a welcome comfort...He rustles his newspaper on the pretext of turning the page; really, he wants the girl's attention, and she does not disappoint, she turnsher head to look up at him, hair poised in mid-stroke across her lip he smiles down at her and. Her long blonde curled hair was resting on hisshoulder as she leaned her head against him. She was holding one of hishands in front of her, clasped in both her hands, and smiling blissfully.Very much the image of a young girl in love. She was wearing a short,bright red overcoat (presumably with an even shorter skirt underneath),black opaque stockings and black knee-length boots with a high heel. Thebulges in the front of her coat suggested that she had gone well beyondstuffing her bra with. Now, I watched my parents walking from my room, asking if I was coming. Coming? Coming where? Seeing them go down the hall in the direction of their bedroom I finally came to and realized I was being asked to join them. As if in a trance, on shaky legs, I walked to catch up to them As I entered their bedroom I could hear the shower in the master bath. "In here darling", my mother said. My parents had a large glassed in shower. Multiple shower heads rained steaming water down from many.