I can do for her and child, can bring food and other things, can...”He was fumbling for a word, and I could see where this was going. “Provide for...them?” I said as gently as I could.“Yes,” he went on. “Can provide for them. Here you tell me of money and how it is needed for all things, and you say one may get this money through work. But I do not work, you tell me I cannot without this ID, and even when I can work I think I have no skill that is useful in this place, I will receive only little. I can’t believe my eyes, because a 26 years old angel standing in front of me. Her name is Siva Ranjani. Age 26; She is unmarried.Her stats were 36 32 38. She speaks very frankly with us, like our class mate. Like that 2 months passed away.Siva Ranjani mam and I became close friends. We also shared our mobile numbers. We chatted till late night every day. She shared every matter with me. We became closer. She is staying in the college hostel. I was staying alone in a house. Because my native is. Mom came downstairs and presented herself to me in the living room that night after she and Dad had gone upstairs to go to bed."I almost forgot about my check-up," she explained her reappearance.She stood expectantly in front of me in her bathrobe, still cinched tight by a bow in the terry cloth belt.I got up and stood close to her. Mom smiled but didn't make a move to take my hand like she had before, or to offer her breasts for inspection. I glanced up the stairs."Your father's in bed," Mom. We each tried to be quiet but I think each of us knew that the other knew.Sharing a bedroom meant that, no matter how carefully we planned it, accidents of overly exposed skin happened all too frequently. I had seen my sister's naked body often enough to watch it change. Her hips widened, her nipples and then her breasts swelled, and although I saw it less frequently, she started growing hair in the V where her legs met. She had seen me naked also and we had both been secretly curious about.