"I should warn you, I get cramps when my cycle hits," Allie said. She saw immediately that Adam was thinking bicycle or motorcycle. "My period, I mean... The day or so before my period comes, I'm all achy and bitchy. It isn't for two more weeks but I thought I should warn you ahead of time. I'll expect the same treatment." Mine should finish right as your starts," Shelly said. "How about you, Sarah?" Four days from now," she said. "I can already feel myself starting to bloat." So you'll finish. I barely heard her, “But it’s NOT over.” She sighed.“Sure it is Mom.”“No ... It’s NOT.”I’m sure I looked confused.“I’m doing it now. I’m doing it to YOU.” she cries. She got up and ran out of the kitchen.“Holy shit!” I thought. Boy did this boat get turned around. I couldn’t just let her go like that. Me and her were nothing like her and her father. Not even close. I ran after her to tell her so.I found her in her room; on her bed crying. “Mom...” I started. I sat next to her and rubbed her. "I knew you would now come on. Time for cake!" He grabs my cake light my candles and I blow them out. "What you wish for princess?" "I cant tell you then it wont come true." I giggle and take out the candle licking the bottom clean and I make sure I make eye contact with daddy while I do. We each eat our piece and I get dressed in shorts and a see through tank top. Daddy is sitting on the couch to I walk over and cuddle up to him. "So what we watching?" "One of your favorites" "Yay!" We start. "Nepal" he replied. "Kathmandu." Nepal, I thought. I chatted with him about life in Nepal. He spoke of how foreigners often thought the country was completely medieval with no rods cars or cell phones. "National Geographic has a lot to answer for", I said. He laughed, "Yes they stereotype us." He asked if I knew much about Nepal. I said that I had seen the documetary a few years earlier about an Irish poet called Cathal O Searcaigh, who visited Nepal regularly. A documentary maker had gone.