None was coming from me or my backpack.When nearing the dorms, a very frantic looking sergeant rushed up to me.“Your airman Smith, right,” she ask...d. “You just got here today. To Scott. Here.”“Sergeant Jones. Please take a few seconds to get your breath back. You look like you were running a marathon or something,” I told her in a soothing voice.It took more like ten minutes before she was finally able to speak normally, at least what seemed usual for her.“Thanks for that. I’ve been going crazy. She walks up taking the envelope, quickly kissing her father on the cheek, hugging him. Micheal runs from the suite covering her mouth, heading for the airport."She was supposed to tell me what all this was about!" Parker yells frustrated, huffing. "I know you think my daughter thinks only of herself but, the truth is, she thinks of everybody but herself. She's freed all of you." Vincent explains, completely proud of his daughter and her generosity. "What!?" That's what she paid your father. . you follow?"Yeah, I follow.So we were married. By that point, though, we were already starting to grow up. And change. Drift apart. Drift? More like racing boats at full throttle shooting away from each other.I went out into the world of penny-ante retail, that being the flea market. She continued through college. While she was in college she appreciated what I did for a living, since it brought in a large amount of money.But when she graduated from medical school as a doctor, she started. After that I said,i like you mam & I adore you.She didnot gave any reply to that. Then after sometime, I left for my home. Then on the next day of my college,in her class her expressions & eye contact were slightly different than the previous classes. After the classes usual I went to her cabin to give the attendance.I asked her is there any problem madam? Then she replied, nothing. And said you should come to my home on pongal festival. Then I nodded my head and returned to the class. I am.