Always have.”“Have you published anything?”“A few poems in a Native American magazine. But I just write. One day I will publish more.”“Tha... looks like a big book on your desk.”“It's a history of our people. How we came to live here over a thousand years ago and what our lives have become since others moved on this land. I have gathered many of our stories.”“Wow,” Carla said. “That's great. I'm impressed.”“It's important that I tell our story. I don't have any grandchildren. Mosa will probably. The next day, I drove my cousin to the airport, and it was now time to say goodbye."Take good care of my mom, John," Megan told me."Don't worry, I will..." I answered reassuringly.Megan had suggested to my Aunt that she'd stay a while longer. But my Aunt would have nothing of it."No, Megan you need to finish up your schoolwork and besides I'll be fine with John here."And so it was. My cousin flew back east to finish her classes, and I became my Aunt's only company.The next few days consisted of. He is the best friend that I can hope to have." I said as I flopped on the single seat beside her."Why, what happened?" She asked"Okay, hear me out. Jack has been my best friend since grade school. It was in the eighth grade that I started making crank calls to Betty Pool's house. I would call up and ask what color undergarments was she wearing and if she would strip for me behind the gym. of course, after some time, Betty caught up to the fact that I was the one making the calls. So, she asked. I just told her I am not interested and want to enjoy my life then she started asking me about my GF’s I told her that still I am searching slowly I started asking her questions like how is her marriage life and all she started telling that her husband is very good and he help her in house hold works and he will satisfy her very much and she too satisfy him a lot. In the meantime my mom came and the talks turned to off in between us and I left from there to my flat.That night mom called me.