I told ok and told her to get massage from anyone their family member which will reduce the pain.She told no one will do every one see their work, I i...mediately asked can I do it actually with no bad intension in my mind, she replied and then help her to wake and we went to her house and I informed my mom that I am at Nandhu house. I went and ask for pain balm or any oil and she gave some oil and asks me to massage.I then ask her to pull down the saree, she told you do whatever you want, this. He immediately sat down in the spot I wanted and opened the console. He took my game out and put one of his in. "Hey! I was gonna play!" I whined."Shut up in only gonna be home for a few..." and he went on blowing on the cartridge and putting in in the system over and over till the power button revealed the title, 'Tecmo Super Bowl'. "Did ya see the note Mom left?" I asked"No. Bring it to me..." he didn't even look away from the screen while setting up his game. I obeyed and brought him the. Somewhere in all of that is mysalvation: a tiny little vial in a hypodermic pen, like the Eppy pensallergics carry in case of bee sting. One shot in the next four hoursand I will grow up a man, with a man's duties and responsibilities.This has been the way of things for the past five years.The war started when I was only three. I didn't know, of course, howcould I? At that age, when you're still learning to speak in completesentences, the world is nothing beyond the people in your own. One day I went to play kabaddi at the ground, as it was a rainy season the mud was wet.I and my friends were really good at kabaddi, I was a great raider so I played no matter how wet the mud was while playing I only wore shorts and nothing else. Whenever I would fall while playing, my body would get dirty with lots of mud.I still played and mud went inside my shorts and hair and I was completely covered with mud, I still played until it started raining heavily. As it was raining I ran to my.