It was raining outside quiet heavily. I remember all those things that made me the man who I am right now. There I lie taking a journey into my past.A...young man of 18, I was a very lively man. I live in our small house in a small town in south India. Surely not alone. There was my mother, Girija who is a widow and she is in her early 40s. It has been 9 years since my father died and she spent most of her time in prayers and meditation. On the other hand it was around this time I discovered the. I helped her back into bed, with a plastic sheet and some towels under her butt, and pulled the clean covers over her.The thermostat was turned high, as she liked it. Then I got a housecoat, and brought it back for Chris to wear, now that she was standing on her back two legs. Her arms were wrapped around her body, to keep warm in the chilly morning air.The dirty sheets were put into the wash. A clean flannel sheet was ripped up, to make some diapers. Another was torn for bandages, if needed.. Markie had seemed content to spend her fair share of that pile of money on herself and to run their social life. They had rattled on like that for years, childless, and sort of content with their own separate lives until Markie had made an ill timed left turn into the path of an eighteen-wheeler and John had become a widower."Come on John, say something," commanded the woman on the screen.John reached for the keyboard."This isn't a chat room John, just talk to me." You can hear me?" asked John,. Bill just laughed and followed them inside. After they had all changed into dry clothes, they met in the kitchen and sat around the table to have the talk. With their parents both working, they had the house all to themselves and could speak about anything without getting into trouble. “We need to ask you for a big favor that we need to keep secret” Anna asked. “If Mom and Dad heard about this, they would kill us all!” “Bill if we ask you, you gotta promise not to tell anyone. And we mean.