She must reach her husband at once. You should prepare to go to the mountain.”“But, Papa, it has been many years since I have been to the City. I ...o not remember the way. Should you not take her yourself?”“I am too old. The fact that my health is failing tells me that the fulfillment is near. What any of us believes will no longer matter. Go to the drop point. You know how to reach it. From there, let the gods guide you. They never truly let you forget.”“I will go to get supplies,” Marcos said. It was a long journey at last when i reached over their my mama invited me while my mami was washing vessels in the kitchen, as i entered into the house i sawed my nephews were playing with some toys and the house consisted of 3 bedroom,a kitchen,2bathrooms in italic style and a big hall, as my mami finished her work and came to the hall i was blown out,as it was give long yearsI saw my mami she was amazing and she greeted me with a smile and tomorrow my mama had to leave for the flight at. I also used to love Kung Fu on the telly because boys of my age on there had their heads shaved, some on screen as they were monks and I had often fantasised about what it would be like to have my head shaved with a straight razor just like they were. Women having their heads shaved well that was really rare but I loved the thought of a woman with the razor shaving all of her hair off, Her hair falling to the ground as the razor roared through it revealing her bald head underneath that was such. As far as my brother is concerned, I never saw a friend in him; to me, Neilesh was my arch-rival. Unlike myself, an achiever, who made his own way, Neilesh was always an average bloke. Average in studies, average in cricket, average in gym, he was always average in the fields I excelled in. Yet he got the lion's share of our parents' love, just because he was obedient and I was a rebel. No, he never did anything mean to me, but his arrogance, insecurity and envy got better of me. I felt that he.