I wandered to my sister’s room and see if I could find anything interesting. The problem with my sister is that she always keeps her drawers and cab...nets locked. Her small sized wardrobe kept many of her dresses. Her sarees were kept in my mom’s room. I saw few shoe boxes under her bed. The biggest box had a pair of knee length boots. I have never seen her wear those. Her dressing table housed many of her perfume bottles and her make up stuffs. I saw few boxes on top of her wardrobe too. I got. Her mother told them I never bothered and that I had left them. The rest of the day the girls opened their letters and cards and we all cried and laughed. And I hated myself for looking at Jenny's butt and Madi's lips and thinking how I was so evil. A quick early dinner and talking about everything and it was decided that they needed decent clothes. Their clothes looked like hooker outfits. No way I could allow them to dress like that in my home. For more than 1 reason, mostly because they. .four men in suits started running toward us from all directions shouting "stop" every-one including me panicked and ran in different directions but I ran straight into another group of men that were waiting in anticipation of us running but I managed to dodge them all and sprint away into alley ways being pursued by 3 or 4 security officers, I ran so fast and hard for over 10 minutes through crowds of people across busy roads and through peoples gardens to eventually give myself an advantage. Okay, maybe perfect was a gross exaggeration. I mean, I would have given up a lot, if not most, of what I had to have my parents back. But since that wasn’t going to happen, life was just about as perfect as it was going to get.I had a big, fat bank balance that was going to make my years as a student a lot more comfortable than most other students. I had shares, bonds and trust funds that would give me a head start after university. And I had the best girlfriend that any bloke could possibly.