Tears forming in her eyes. She had thought about it several times and promised she would not bring it up; she would go about her business as a good se...vant to her mistress. Yet her she was jumping right to the heart of her own pain. The young teen stood quietly watching the battle going on within the older Goth girl. Then taking a step closer she said “Please tell me.”“You are the rising star. You are being gifted. You are mommy’s new favorite.” Mercy nearly choked on the last sentence. It was. She was a great dresser and was typically made up well, especially liking a particular red lipstick that made me imagine her mouth doing things I probably shouldn’t imagine. Her current blouse was a deep red, a darker shade than her lips.My sister in the backseat was much less curvaceous that Mom, and her hair was a light brown or dark blonde, straight and long, hanging halfway down her back. She had dark brown eyes and her makeup choices ran to dark… especially heavy eyeliner, but she hadn't. Khali Maa ar Pishe chilo barite.Ami aaro poisha nite bari phire pisheke khujjilam.Du tolaye uthe dekhi Pishe tar ghore neyi.Ami o soja chade uthe gelam,Ma r kache poisha chaibar jonno.Ma dupurbela chan kore kapor shokate jaye chade…chilekotha r dorja r kache giye ..dekhlam Pishe khali gaye shudhu dhuti pore dorjar dike pichon kore chade dariye ache.Ma chader konaye konaye kapor melche.Ma er porone shudu ekta Shada shari.Ancholta sakto kore kadher opor theke tene jorie komore shokto kore. I make gentle noises of appreciation and they’re as real as this moment and as real as the unspoken words that sit like silent ghosts around us. “Where do you want it?” you ask me and I look at you helplessly because words won’t find me. “Tell me where you want it or you won’t get it at all!” you tell me with what I presume to be feigned menace in your tone. Then it occurs to me momentarily that I hardly know you at all. I’m finding it even harder if it’s at all possible, to speak now and my.