Sarah is, of course, grateful for my gifts- my parents aren't rich and mypaper round doesn't pay much- and I turn over a lot of my money to Sarahanywa... to buy me clothes- but I was able to save enough to get her a pairof earrings, a voucher for a local clothing shop and- because I'm toldit's traditional- a mix-tape. Well, mix-CD, anyway. Sarah's eyes lightup, though, when she sees the message I've written in extra-smallhandwriting at the bottom of her card.You asked me for a surprise, and I. Perhaps a little background would be in order. I came from a two sibling christian conservative family that matured in a quiet suburban community. My folks were of the scientific persuasion, both had jobs in different research facilities. Their hours were long but their love for Jake (my brother) and myself was genuine and uncompromising, insuring our needs were always met with patience and understanding. Jake was my polar opposite; firstborn and highly protective, he pursued everything and. Mom: Aree mera beta, good morning.Fir maa meri taraf mudi aur mujhe gaal pe kiss kar di.Main: Mom aaj hum dono kahi baar chalte hai. Bohut din ho gaye waise bhi pure din akele hai.Mom: Haan beta main bhi bohut bore ho rahi hun. Tere papa pura din busy rehte hai. par kaha jayenge.Mein thoda sochne ka natak karke.Main: Mom mere paas ek bohut acha idea hai. Par mujhe pata hai tum mana kar dogi.Mom: Aree beta bol toh sahi pehle kya idea hai.(Aur yeh batein hum ek dusre ko hug karke hi kar rahe the.. But suddenly she woke up and I thought that she caught staring at her, but she asked why I stopped the car and I replayed that I need to **** out and went out of the car, and came back after some time, and started our journey. But after that she started to talk with me to give me a company during my drive, and on asked me about my collage life, and she just took my phone and just typed something and send it to some no, and suddenly she took her phone and that message was send on her phone, we.