As an English speaker and not knowing that she was a transgender, I stopped to see if I could help her. Her name was Nichole and she was about 5 feet ... inches tall, long hair, thick body (around 160 to 170 pounds I'd say), very inviting red lips, and medium size boobs. She was wearing a long dress and boots and carrying a very heavy luggage. She told me that she was from the Philippines and was a mix of Filipino and Mexican. She was lost looking for her hotel. I helped her to carry her luggage. "Oh, Mom. Sure, I'll be fine. Go, have a good time. I'll probably go to bed early, I'm tired." 'And I may have company when I go to bed, ' was part of her thought that she did not include out loud. She walked her parents to the door and kissed them before they left. Laughing, she added, "Don't be out too late, now. Remember your curfew. And don't make me call the police to come find you!"All three laughed together. This was a family full of love.A few blocks away, Janelle's Dad was talking with. We spent a half-hour at Michelle's grave again and I talked with her once more. The pain wasn't so sharp as before and I didn't cry. I told her what I knew of Sue and Sean and the twins, told her I loved her, then we left.Our biggest surprise of the year occurred when we returned from the library one evening. We were rushing to get into the house because of the cold and we barged through the door. There in the kitchen, we saw Mom and Ann backing away from each other with a guilty look. Mom's. ”“Becky..?” she said in a quizzed tone.“Becca! You might know her as Becca?” I explained to her. She smiled, “I know Becca!! She’s my friend!”“You’re her dad?” she asked just as Ashley was returning.“I sure am.” I replied“I see my daughter has bombarded you with her questions.” Ashly spoke as she started ringing up my totals. “Oh that’s no problem, she’s a cutie.” As I stood there chatting with Ashley again, I caught myself looking passed Ashley to see her daughter once again sitting with her.