A deep, dark secret. One that's mortified me, even as I've indulged in it. In my deepest, darkest personal thoughts--my most private world.I say my en...ire life, because I of course don't remember the first couple years--the time in my life when I was an only child.In the family album is a snapshot of me, nowhere near three, staring into the camera while standing beside Abigail's crib. There's a first shot--way out of focus --where I'm bent down and I guess patting my little sister on the head.. " Yeah, I'm sure I have some steak in there somewhere. By the way, do you know that steak is the flesh of a domestic animal called a cow? Is it acceptable to your customs to eat dead flesh," I asked, forcing myself to abandon my inspection of her butt."Yes," she replied with a smile. "We also raise non-sentient creatures for food but I don't know how they compare to the taste of 'cow'. I believe cow meat will be compatible with my needs however."God I hope so, I thought. This was going so well,. After delivery, his father left with in a week. Arifa’s relatives left after the first two months of delivery and this left Azhar as the only person to assist mother in taking care of the baby. He used to keenly look at his sister. When the baby was six months old, she started to play with him and he was very happy. Luckily for him, all his exams got over by that time and he was free as a bird to do anything as as he pleased. He always wanted to be with his sister, often sleeping besides him. I slipped out of the trees and into the arroyo without drawing another shot; I hoped that meant that I hadn't been seen. I bent over and ran as fast as I could toward the shooter. Damn, that bullet crease hurt when I bent over!I was able to get within 75 yards of the shooter before the arroyo took a sharp bend in the wrong direction, so I was forced to stop. Luckily, there was a clump of brush between me and the shooter, so I was able to crawl out of the arroyo and toward him while being hidden.