There was only minor chaos, but on the counter was a well chopped salad.“I made a salad,” he said, but he said it like he was God and had just cre...ted the universe. “And a dressing,” he showed me, in a Ball Jar that he found in the pantry. “I found a recipe on line.”He was a ten-year-old, holding his first caught fish.He was sixteen, and had just bagged the last out, winning the game.He was standing in my kitchen, muscles thick, face open, smile wide, beaming. It was overwhelming the joy he was. Now how do you tell a ten year old that her dad won’t be there any more for her? Of course Susan had all kinds of questions when she got in the car. Tom pulled into a parking lot, took off his seat belt and moved over to Susan. “Honey, I have something to tell you.” You could hear her shriek a block away. This was the hardest thing Tom ever had to do. She hugged him and just cried her eyes out. Tom’s heart just melted for this young girl. Right then, he made up his mind that he would try to be. Humara smooch humse bhi nahi chut nara tha. Hum ek dusre ko leave nahi karna chahate the hum to bus apni saari hade paar karna chahte the. Fir wo ruk gayi aur uth ke khadi ho gayi, aur bedroom ki taraf jane lagi. Bedroom me unka ladka soya hua tha. Unhone bedroom ka door bahar se lock ker diya. Aur wapas aane lagi. Mujhse bilkul control nahi ho raha tha. Mene unka hath pakda aur unhe sofe pe pith ke bal dhakel diya aur khud unke upar aa gaya. Aur firse smootch suru ho gaya.Mera ek hath unke. Dad had come in from the field to pick up some tools so he popped his head in the door and asked how I was feeling."Not too bad. It's still hurts a little, though." What a dumbass!" was all he could manage by way of sympathy before he closed the door.Dad's OK but he's not the sympathetic sort and also makes it plain I'm not his favorite child. Sometimes I think he's jealous because Mom dotes on me, always hugging me and kissing me on the cheek and doing things for me. Maybe if I were him I'd be.