My people have done nothing but talk about this freedom we have gotten, and I will be the first to admit we have no idea what it is like to be free. A... far back as we can remember, we have always had someone to tell us what to do. Now you say we have to take care of ourselves. I agree that the whipping was greatly resented, but how do we learn what to do if we have no direction? Do you know of someone that you trust that will help us learn to live the way our ancestors did, and to help my. It made sense, and I thought that Gemma would say yes."Before you ask her, though, you should talk to your father," my mother told me."Why?" I asked."Well, I think he wants to give you some advice," she explained.Later that night, after my father came home, I told him my plans to ask Gemma out."My son is growing up," he said with a smile."Dad!" I complained."That's OK," he told me. "But I'd ask that you wait a month or so to ask her out." Why?" I asked. I didn't think that I was patient enough. You're an amazing guy." We smiled at each other for a couple of moments, just looking at the other. I cuddled up closer to him and he held me close. We talked about life, and just felt the comfort of the other. After a few hours passed, we headed down for dinner. We sat across from each other and talked. It was so natural for us, anyone that passed probably thought we were married to each other. After dinner we went to the live music show, listened to the songs, and drank a few drinks. We. Bill, bill, junk, … not for me, not for me, … bill, not for me. This happens in a hostel where people shift from one room to the other considering some comforts. By the time I finished, the ‘not for me’ pile was almost as big as my pile. Mine mostly junk mail or should I say all private banks showing their love concern and wishes to a client like me who hardly use the credit it cards. Out of the shower, still drying off, semi naked just a towel around my chest which din’t do the job well, I.