Don’t worry, it’ll happen.”I couldn’t believe her aplomb. How could she be gracious enough to console a chick trying to piss on her? And yet, ... was grateful. I could already feel my bladder swelling. Thinking about peeing always made me need to go. I tried to distract us both with chit-chat, even as my heel fidgeted impatiently, signalling my desperation as I toe-tapped the need. “So how did you end up here Rachel?”“Well, since we know how I ended up on the floor, I guess you mean at the. "Mom is gone to work so now is good as time as any to fix your hair."I turn and see myself in the mirror and sis is right I do need a trim.My hair is way past my shoulders and I part it to the side sort of, butI am really just trying to keep my hair out of my eyes."Okay I guess a little trim is okay. I did not really notice how long myhair is getting. I didn't know it is half way down my back and it's allone length sis. My hair is always in my eyes can you fix that too?"I turn away from the. "There was something just not right about the relationship between my father and I. At age fifteen I finally ran across his memoirs after two years of sneaking around his office. After dousing my mother with health questions I confirmed her yoga schedule many years ago and came to the realization that I am not now, nor have I ever been, in the need for a psychiatrist to tell me I must take Prozac.To finish silently reading his memoirs would engulf me in the knowledge that there were many places. Kya figure hai. Uski gand dekh gol gol , sali ko dog shot lagaunga ..Me : abe ruk ja , wo dekh tere dadaji bhi waha hai , kaise dekh rahe hai . Ammi ko lag raha hai wo abbu haiUske baad ammi apne bag se ek nighty nikalti hai and pehnke niche abbu ke baju me so jati haiAmmi : ohhhh sorry aap yaha .Dadaji : are nazia kya hua ..Ammi light chalu karti hai .Sorry pitaji mai galtise yaha aa gayiDadaji: are sorry kis baat ka pichle 20 saal se ye lund khada nhi hua tha aur hua toh bhi chodne wife nhi.