I was never home anyway so it was like she lived by herself. It was when the guilt overcame me I stayed home for once and skipped a party hosted by o...e of my friends. And I was up attempting to make breakfast so that I could lighten to load on her burden. I was just tossing my third batch of failed eggs into the garbage when she walked in and sort of stared at me with a surprised expression. I smiled and gestures for her to sit down. I felt like a stranger in someone other person's home who. And I’m not exaggerating when I say that she is like an angel. She is 5′ 6”, very fair, has long black hair, brown eyes and a very curvaceous body. We (me and Reena) go way back. I was in class 8 when she came to live with us to pursue higher studies. Her hometown colleges didn’t offer the courses she was interested in. So she came to Meerut. We used to share a room. Slept on the same bed since she was 5 years older than me, I always treated her with respect. She too was very nice to me. We. I got up from the table and went upstairs. Opening my bag in the closet, I pulled my only book out and decided I would Cassy it around for cover. I waited for a few minutes watching out the window of my small bedroom until I saw Cassy and Tori peddling down Argilla road. I opened the bedroom door and bounded down the stairs. I'm going to take a walk I called as I headed out the front door book in hand. My Aunt called back "OK", never emerging from the kitchen.I walked down the street, toward. I carefully assessed the nearest tables, void of any thought beyond the goal of trying to comfort this woman who clearly called out to me.I hesitated glancing this woman over. She was smaller than my usual type. She sighed wistfully; I felt her tears brim on her eyes. I could not hold back. The echo of her pain was too much for me to continue to ignore."Pardon me miss, but I can't help but notice that something is troubling you." She looked away, her lips parting and I feel the rejection coming.