She still had a job as a teacher in a local school, teaching Mongolian high schoolers English, so that they can enter the world of business, trading...with other nations through the International Language of English. But her pay was not enough.It was one Thursday evening. There was a knock on Natasha's door. Tanya was in her room, reading the latest Russian equivalent of Vogue magazine. As Natasha was trying to cook some Gulash soup for her and her daughter, she went towards the front door and. What a bizarre and strange day it's been. I'm totally weirded out by the whole thing even if it has been the bestest day ever. Last night when I went to sleep mine was a normal life. A single child with loving parents, my mind filled with everyday teenage concerns: Is that a spot or blemish on my chin? What's the best concealer? Why is my skin so oily? Is that foundation too dark? Which is the best lipstick colour; Berry Nude, Forbidden Fuchsia, Sweet Marsala, or Electric Orchid? And obviously,. Endless rows of little pieces of driftwood set into the wall with a green seaweed railing. The curve lifted seemingly endless, but she climbed on those lean legs tirelessly. Round and round we went higher and higher, sunlight glinting pink through mother of pearl windows. On we climbed, ascending till the wood steps flattened out and became a room. She moved immediately to the edges of a swirling mural, the colors muted browns, pinks, even blacks and greys. small pebbles intersecting with the. Much like the rose buds of early June to which the casual gardener isat first oblivious, they had grown at an imperceptible rate until theywere pouting up. Fully extended they were about the size of the firstjoint in my little finger, and looking for all the world like theyneeded ever so desperately to be nurtured into even fuller blossom.The one thing I am certain of in this matter is that these traitorousnew nipples of mine had not raised themselves in such apparent need onmy own account. I.