The next moment, pallu hanging from her back slowly started being pulled from the front.I was trying to understand what was happening. By then, my mom...��s voice muttered.. ” why don’t you help me with the straps?”. She told me”You can now express whatever you wanted to, the way you expressed before.” She had a broken voice. I was now well aware my mom would not give up until I go fix her straps. I walked to her side of the corner of the bed. I sat feet away from her.This time with steady hands, I. My girls were all happy with Jim, his girl friend Macy and Mike, Thanksgiving was just a couple days away and my home smelt of pumpkin cookies, pies, decorated for the big feast with fall colors and Mike looked so handsome in his black Harley T-shirt, jeans and bikers boots. His smile was that of a devilish little boy that melted my heart. “Welcome home Ginger.” Mike said hugging me as my sister helped me into the house due to my vision being blurry from the swelling and bruising of my eyes. My. I try to be a good son but I have an older brother who is sometimes something of an asshole.”She giggled loudly and gave me a slight tap on the shoulder and a quick remark of “I completely understand that Paul!”I started up the car and took us on the very short drive to Denny’s! I parked, went around and opened the door, getting a kiss on the cheek from her.“I hope that wasn’t too forward of me,” she said,I simply smiled and opened the door hearing ‘Welcome to Denny’s’ from a few different. She had just turned nineteen years old and was so beautiful it took my breath away. I wondered if my baby sister would turn out so lovely. Well, she had good genes.“John Hamm does not sound like an Indian name,” Theresa said, focusing our attention on John.“My Cheyenne name would be difficult for you to pronounce, Miss Theresa. Our names are often descriptive of us or of our dreams. It would be like calling you Golden Hair. The English make it easy on themselves by calling me John Hamm.”“John.