They had lived in the U.S. for thirty years, and were happy to be here. They were fulfilling another classic cliché: they were hard-working, proud of...their adopted country, and determined to have their child live a better life than theirs.Rachel's mother was short and plump, with dark hair like her daughter; unlike Rachel's grey eyes, hers were brown and almond-shaped. She had the same curiosity as her daughter, and Alex thought that had she been thirty years younger, she would have captured. Lot of crowd were fought to catch the bus but conductor denied all. But still a lady entered the bus. Conductor said to her, “Don’t ask me for a seat, please.” She said nothing and stood the support of luggage. After some time bus was moved and lights were dimmed to off.My seat was quite big but I put on luggage on this. I asked her, “Excuse me, if you don’t mind, I can share my seat with. Next stoppage was so far and it is impossible to manage this in stand mode.” She came closer and sat on my. Theother shoe was quietly placed in her oversized purse. Now fully dressed,he was told to sit and allow her to remove the rollers. His hair whichhad flowed to his shoulders for the past few days was now tightlyhugging his scalp. He looked up with a puzzled expression."Just wait; I know you will be impressed," Sandi assured.She began brushing his hair in the direction in which it was rolled.Sections were then back combed to produce volume. Sandi directed hishair into a French roll with curly. That day was a day of rest. The next I had meetings with lawyers all morning. Maybe in the afternoon I could get to the boxes. I really needed to make more space in my little room. After my coffee and donut, I dressed for the day. Since it wasn't a work day, I dressed in army fatigue pants and a navy blue cotton thermal shirt. I covered the thermal with a white dress shirt. A walking contradiction, that was me, mostly fiction.The knock startled me. I didn't know anyone in the building. "It must.