It was Shagun, she had brought lots of gifts for her nephew. Rahul was the closest thing she had as a child and therefore she pampered him more than e...en Rajashree.“Happy birthday, my dear. So how old are you now? 18? We can get you a bike or a car if it’s so”, Shagun said hugging him.“Bua, you have been saying that for like ever. Though I personally don’t mind getting a fast bike”.They both started laughing. Just as the three of them settled down on the couch, the bell rang once again. “It. The man by the name of Michael was creeping towards Lizzys room, wearing only a pair of baggy boxers. Oh how he looked just like a super model walking down the runway with the perfect body and the clothes that just seemed to make him seem even better. Gently he pushed the wooden door open to find the girl laying comfortably on top of the cotton covers of her bed. How beautiful, he whispered under his breath as a smile spread across his peach lips. Then he managed to climb onto the bed, on top. He contemplated telling her that Beyonce was married to Jay-Z, not 50cent, but what was more important to address was the fact that she had struck a nerve with him and he had to set her straight. “I don’t like those big, jungle butts. Fuckin’ black chicks wit their Ubangie butts ‘n shit, n’ big lips n’ shit. Fuck dat. Gorilla lookin’ bitches . . ." He was hardly finished detailing what he considered the many repulsive features of Black women but Jenny passed out somewhere in the middle of. And while he had always thought to simply hire someone to haul the whole damned trailer to a junk yard somewhere, let it become someone else’s problem, something told him that he owed the Old Man and himself more than that. Something told him that this place held the key to understanding his Grandfather…and perhaps himself. But that would have to wait for another day, because he came here with a specific purpose in mind. He stood before the old stained wooden cabinet that held so many memories..