“It could another female friend of mine,” Mrs. Perkins continued, “or even Mr. Perkins or perhaps it is Linda, my step-daughter. You’d like th...t, wouldn’t you?”“Yes Mommy” I answered, but in reality, I was scared to death that it was any of those possibilities. “It could even be” she added, “your REAL Mother, for all you know. The point is, it is whomever I want it to be and you will continue to do your best to please Me, your Mommy!”I was still licking Mrs. Perkins yet nothing was touching me. "Do me a favor and stand up on your toes then turn around for me."I did as she asked and was surprised at her reaction."Well I'll be," Lisa gasped, staring at me. "I swear you've got betterlegs than me and, when you're up on your toes like that, you've got alovely bum. You know I think that dress fits you like it was made foryou."I blushed at that, not knowing what to say. But Lisa went on."You know," she said thoughtfully. "If we got you a body shaper, just totake your waist in a bit, you. It was almost year ago when he began his journey towards his goal of becoming a Doer. As you travel through the pages of this person’s history and watch as you can only do. How Frank Smith became a Master, Teacher, leader, a Man of his own doing. We start this history lesson from the day he became his Sister’s tutor. Well that is what she asked of him, to be her Teacher?Hello Watchers,My name is Frank Smith and this is my story. I was skinny, weak, pimple face, loser, but what I do have. But I think the easiest way for me to explain things would be to show you this.” She held the photo-album in her hands. She opened it to the first picture. It was a black and white picture of what looked like Ellis Island. I saw a group of immigrants standing in line to see a man at a desk. They all held briefcases and some of the women were covered in that kind of shawl I can’t help but associate with some Russian babushka. My mom asked, “Do you see it?” “Is one of our ancestors in this.