He is a busy person in his business and not giving much time to us. Mom always complains to dad for being always busy. Dad always ignores mom complain...s and needs. He doesn’t care about my mom feelings.This is an incident of that day when my dad was aboard for a business trip for 7days. I left earlier for school. Now only my mom was at home. But my two friends Raman and Karan are absent from school. That’s why I left my school at the lunch, and get back to home. When I return home, the door was. He would prefer a bedroom to the bathroom. There were too many things on shelves in a bathroom that would make quite a clatter if they were knocked over. He climbed the vent pipe until he was slightly higher than the sill of the window, then carefully leaned to the right. He could get his hand in to the gap and get a hold. He waited, listening for any sound that would indicate a presence in the room. There was none. Slowly he transferred his weight to the hand with a hold,, wedged his left foot. She probably doesn't have many repeat customers though, or evenrepeat fake customers, and lately she has smiled shyly at me when I enter. Shedoes not speak, and I don't really know if we even speak any languages incommon. Her long light brown hair is always pulled back into a loose ponytail,her generous mouth pursed shut.Like the shop, my girl is assembled from random parts. She got her long, bumpednose from a Russian Jewess, her vaguely Asian eyes from a waiter in a Thairestaurant, her narrow. She seemed oblivious to the fact that I was looking around in confusion, trying to recall when and where I was. I looked over at her and my heart began to race, as it always did. Ruth was wearing a short black leather skirt and plunge-neck blouse. I could see her legs clear up above her knees and the silky smoothness of her thighs took my breath away. She must have caught me looking because she shifted her legs and for a second I could see up underneath and caught a flash of red. She was.