Kartik: What gift?Kavita: A gift similar to what my son gave me this year.Kartik: Excuse me?Kavita: Hahaha.Kartik: What was the gift, Mom?Kavita: You....artik: What?!Kavita: You! You were gifted to me!Kartik: Oh. Yeah? So, I was a special offering from Dad on your birthday.“Hahaha. Well, yes. And, I was thinking about how I got you,” my mom stopped abruptly, kissing me on my lips, rubbing her hand just over my crotch. She showed me an old photo on Facebook.However inappropriate it was, my mom. Sir bolay, ik idea hay may raat ko tumhare ghar aaonga phir dekhna hum roz mazay kar sakain gay. Main nay pocha kay kay kia idea hay par Sir nay nahi bataya. Phir Sir nay thodi dair tak mere jism say khela aur phir mujhe chor diya. Raat ko jab main aur Abbu khana kha rahay thay to Sir Rashid ghar aagay aur Abbu se kehnay lagay Ahmed Sahib (mere Abbu ka naam Ahmed Ali Raja hay) Ghazal kay paper nazdik hain aur is ki bimari ki waja se iska padhai ka kafi harj hogaya hay. Aik teacher honay kay. He also had little hand weights that he got me to do various moves with. Then I did the balance board. The balance board is the one thing I’ve never had problems with, except it wears out my legs pretty quick. But this time I had to do the moves with the little hand weights while standing on the balance board. That was hard.After the physical therapist was gone, I lay down on my bed and rested for a bit. Bec came in and she was puffing from skipping rope. She flopped down on her back on her bed. I had to travel the next few days for work, so I wouldn't end up seeing Linh until Saturday night. I had an early flight back from the East Coast Saturday morning, and when I landed, I had a text on my phone from her saying that she would text me with the details as soon as she finished up at work. Around 7:00pm, I received another text saying that I could be at the restaurant any time, but be there for sure by 8:30pm. I left my place around 8:00pm and headed for the restaurant. When I got.