Chowdhury had no son but only one daughter named Moutusi. So he loved her daughter very much. He or his wife didn’t obstacle any desire of Moutusi. ... was 3 years older than me. When she went school I accompanied her to carry her school bag. So we became friend within a short span of time. After passing SSC examination Moutusi got admitted in a girl’s college. The college was far from the house. So Moutusi’s father spared a car for going her college. I usually accompanied her to the college and. He was not bitter nor did he envy his half-siblings. From an early age, he was taught the basics of an education. All slave children were until they were old enough to do chores, usually around 8 years of age. He had then been assigned to the gardens and had worked there every since. His mother was long gone from the Hill. She had advanced in her position over the years and proven her worth so she was now the housekeeper at Fredyn Keep, another of the Lord’s holdings. She was content and since. I slipped on some new boxer briefs and my old baggy shorts. I then went to sit on the couch. Waiting for the welfare lady to arrive. I got a call from Tina about 11am. She was stuck in a long line and would be at the welfare office all day. She might be home late tonight, but would call. Before she hung up the phone. She warned me that Missy, the welfare lady, was on her way to the apartment. She looked pissed when she left her office.45 minutes later there was a knock at he door. I got up and. “Natasha, Chuck, it’s ten o’clock in the morning and we are about to get shitfaced proclaiming our love and our friendship, as well as the growth of my family. Is this real? Is this really OK? Am I crazy, or in love?”In stereo, Natasha and I answered, “In love.” Natasha reached out for Shirley, pulling her into her lap. I was surprised to find Eddie standing next to me, arms out, asking into my lap. I took her in, hugged her and thanked her for having such a wonderful mistress. Shirley kissed.