Ekknon apnader amar arek chodar kahini bolbo. Eta holo ami amar ek dur samparker Pisir (aunty) Dasa Gudke ki bhabe amar kochi Laura diye chude khusi k...rechilam tar kahini. Takhan ami amar ek kakar barite thaktam, porasona kortam. Takhan kakar ek dur somporke bon sekhane elo thakbar janno. Ekhane theke porasona korbe. Ekhankar ekta school e bhorti holo. Kakar bon mane somporke amar pisi amar theke bochor chay sat boro. Kintu amake bollo amake pisi bole dakbi na nam dhore dakbi. Ami bollam keno. Apparently, all of us were nervous about the family meeting. I berated myself for that mental state, but still needed a safe topic, so talked about the team, the recent change in practice, and yesterday’s game. I rode back home with Mom. I had my own passengers: a host of butterflies cavorting in my tummy. Since home was just a few minutes away, I did not press Mom on the meeting, feeling that there was no sense getting into a discussion only to have to break it off when we arrived.Upon getting. She got up and stood behind me, wrapping me in her arms. "What brought this on, Aunt Jen?"I looked at Laci. She had an enigmatic look on her face. "Laci? You been giving Jen drugs?" No," Laci said. "Jen, stop upsetting people. I told you things would work out. Just tell 'em." Tell 'em what, Aunt Jen?" Kim asked."Hangover aside," Jen said, "Laci an' I have sort of figured out something." What?" I asked.Jen took a breath. "Well, last night Laci and I were talkin'..." Kim let a giggle loose."Uh,. "She reached out her arms to hug him."Stop!" I said as I steeped between them. Derek had balled his fistsup, ready to punch her."Not you asshole," Derek said pointing to Jen in my body. "I wastalking to my girlfriend."At this point Jen began sobbing again. "I just want to go back," shestammered."Derek," I started, not really sure how to explain this. "I am notJen." Like hell," he snapped, "what is going on?" Really, I am not Jen," I repeated. Then pointing to Jen I continued,"This is Jen.".