Vo Delhi mai kisi ko be nai janti. Phir vo uth kar chalana lagi us se chala nai jar aha tha usna muja kha ke plz muja maira ghar thk chaod do .toMai u...ko phakad kar chalna laga usna ek hat mera Khanda per rak liya or maina usko kamar se pakad liya or chalna laga parking se maina usko apni Bike per bhaitya or uska ghar phuch gaya , usna kha plz muja upper mera flat the chod do to mai usko sidyo se pakad kar upar chal diya mera ek hat uski kamar per tha or dusra uska kandho per jisa meri ungliy. We arrived in good old California. We were blessed to have one of my relatives allow us to stay, but for a price. The price of the rent wasn’t too bad and my dad was able to pay for everything, which would be a room for me and a room for himself (my relative was filthy rich by the way, having a six-bedroom house and four cars on his driveway). We wouldn’t stay for long, since living in a house ten times bigger than a island hut was a big step for my dad and he insisted in living in an. Jenny is a city kid, ascending a muddy dirt road was a new experience, as was climbing the even steeper driveway to the farmhouse. Her hand clutched the grab bar very tightly but we made it in one piece. The place is quite beautiful in good weather, a huge, old frame farmhouse with wraparound porch, big barn and surrounded by acres of corn, a wonderful place to have grown up. When my father died mom gave up farming for teaching again and rented the land. Much had changed over the years since my. “You got a bad ticker, mister?” she asked. Maybe nine years old, my little assailant was dressed in jeans, cowboy boots, and a red bandana. “Dr. Roberts says mine’s gonna kill me if I don’t get a new one soon.”“Billie!” An exasperated mother rushed to her side from the other receptionist. “I’m sorry, sir,” she said. “Sometimes she is so blunt.”“That’s okay,” I answered. “Do you mind?” I gestured toward Billie and squatted down until I was about her height. “It’s a tough life, isn’t it Billie?”.