An almost invisible hand sized outline that exactly fitted my left hand. It was Beverly's last little reminder to me of her childhood suffering. Th...owing caution to the wind I placed my hand upon it and slowly the familiar whispering sound fought with the constant whistling of the flight deck wind. Inside was all the material I was expecting concerning the artificial limbs and additionally some stuff I had never expected. In particular was a perfect miniature replica of The Cold. . my flat mates children used to play downstairs in the evening so whenever i get a change i used to chat wit them and sum times i used to play wit them… meanwhile her daughter became so close to me …. i used to get her a chocolate everyday.. aunty also very happy that her daughter doesn’t feel that she is alone… i used take her a ride in my bike and car…after that aunty also became close to me… she used to talk to me very frequently and if she wants any help also she used to ask me… day passed. She was opening and closing her mouth silently, and her eyes rolled behind the lids while her body pressed against the spinning washer.I watched for several moments puzzled until I realized what my mother was doing. She was masturbating! That was something I had never thought a woman did, let alone my own mother.As the seconds ticked away, I saw that she had tears running down her face as she masturbated. Only years later did I realize that she missed my father terribly even while her body had. F-street was home to a slew of hoodlums, laughing at us in our Ken and Barbie outfits. Our flamboyancy stood out like skittles in a toilet. Drunks jeered us as they passed us on the sidewalk. Even a group of guys in a cab slowed down to laugh at us."That's fucked up!" American Pie!!!"Following the "American Pie" wisecrack, I heard an eruption of laughter, followed by repeated chants of the movie that was ironically paralleling my night."Hahahaha. American Pie! American Pie! AMERICAN PIE!"We.