1 ke hei waise bhbhi bohut achi kesem ke thi wo ger mardo ko nahi dekte thi hamesh pallu ya odrne badan per liya kerte thi bhabhi ache khyalo ke thi o... nek dil ke thi wo hamesh muje kise bhi kaam se bulati thi marker jana ho gar ka kaam ho Mere gar wali or bhabhi ke gar se achi relation ban gai thi or bhabhi or mere achi jamte thi liken ek din nazerya badal gaya mere maan me bhabhi ke liye aise kayal nahi tha bhabhi ke bacche apne nani ke gar gai thi garmi ke chittiyo chal rahe thi or mere gar. I untiedthe ribbon and took the top off the box. Inside I saw hair. I stuck myhand in to take whatever it was out."No, no, Jenny. Gently. Let me."Mr. Kenneth reached in and carefully pulled out the most beautiful wigI had ever seen. Well actually it was the only wig I had ever seen. Itwas shoulder length, honey blonde with soft waves and ringlets on thesides. I heard Mom and my sisters gasp as Mr. Kenneth held it up."Let me show you how to wear it. First, you must pull your own hairback. Like. She seemed to be in pain. I was trying not to think about what was under the coat that she had quickly pulled on as we headed out of the club. Once we got to the urgent care facility, she checked in and they informed us that it would probably be an hour. She told me to leave, but I insisted on staying with her. It was only partially due to chivalry, after all this was also the cutest girl I had been near in months. I didn’t want to go. By the time we took a seat, she seemed to have a gotten a. It’s an unusually warm day in the City of Ottawa, province of Ontario. I’m just a guy trying to get by. The name is Stephen Georges Saint-Luc, and I moved to Canada’s Capital three years ago from my homeland of Haiti, deep in the Caribbean. The life of a Black man in North America is seldom easy, but damn, sometimes I feel like the unluckiest S.O.B. on the planet. For three years now, the only way I’ve been able to take care of myself is by working security. With my Ontario security guard.