They threatened to cloud my vision and pound in my ears. I couldn't stop them. Poor mother had become a wreck, and it was my fault. After playing with...her for so long, I finally broke her, except she wasn't toy, and I had become something of an adult."Tell me, please mother, what happened?"I watched her shoulders cringe and her face's sorrow turned into veiled rage. On her knees, she looked like she was ready to pray but with righteousness."One day, when I was eight years old, my father caught. He stared at her tight butt while she bent over to talk to the guy at the table next to him. Glancing back and seeing him staring, the young lady bent over a little more like she was having a hard time hearing the other customer, giving Mike a great view of her black hose covered legs.Mike stared until she straightened up, than returned his attention to the stage area. As he settled in, Mike discovered that it was fun to watch the teenagers to his left. As the dancers came up on the stage to. I accepted as I had no better plans, knew no one in Dhaka and did not feel like spending lonely hours in the hotel.As we were getting into their car, Mr Hossain received a call on his mobile and after a heated and short conversation with the caller; he apologised to me and said he had to rush off to handle an urgent matter. I smiled and assured him that we could have dinner another time, but Mr Hossain insisted that his wife and I continue home and wait for him as he would be free in an hour or. Anytime we do anything it always seems to be the least sensible way of doing things. Sometimes I actually suggest a better way of doing something but it’s like I’m invisible or something. They all go ahead and do it their way and ignore my sensible suggestion.So the picnic chairs came out of the garage and the study chairs came out of our bedrooms and they picked up the kitchen table and moved it into the living room and put eleven chairs around it – plus the little doll’s high chair for.