The times we fought in the past you fought like one. Remember, three years ago? When I took your food, you threw a punch into my face?”Daiyu nodded,...“Yes.”Biyu nodded, “I feel safer close to you sister ... I always felt safer next to you.”“Me too.”Biyu started to close her eyes as she muttered something else to her sister. “You know, sister ... if your story is true ... I wish I met you when you were a boy.”Biyu fell asleep as Daiyu was left to her own thoughts again. She was happy with her. The last bell finally rang for the end of the day. Zoe and I were headed to the bus ramp and as I turned the corner someone ran into me. My side messenger bag fell open and my books and pens fell all over the place. I hurried to grab all my things and as I reached for my notebook, a hand fell upon my hand. I looked up to see who I had bumped into and who had my hand, it was Kyle. I pulled my hand away and ran to the bus, my pens falling, not thinking Kyle had my notebook. I sat down to look in. .. Hey! Where are you going?!?”The woman tromped off, disappearing behind one of the large trees that was holding up his prison.Long moments passed and nothing happened. Then, suddenly, the cocoon lurched, bringing him closer to the ground.“Whoa!”Seconds later he heard a cord snap and he fell the rest of the way. The netting swung to the ground and dragged him through the dirt.OOOFOnce he recovered from the impact, he began flailing through the netting. There would be an opening since it was no. In mygrandmother's house (also divorced since before I was born), my mother, myyounger sister and I lived together. Surely being in contact with womenand their intimate subjects constantly, and from a very young age,contributed to this fascination, respect and even idolatry for femininity.When I was eleven years old, my mother, sister and I separated from mygrandmother and moved to a new house in another neighborhood. That was asignificant moment in my life, not because of the move but because.