‘I’ve just been here for two months, before the start of school. How about you?’ ‘Well, I was working in the Big Apple, living in a high-rise ...partment, and working 60-80 hours a week in one of those big law firms that we have in corporate America. I was working my ass off to become partner, working hard during the week and playing harder during weekends. Then bam, my brother dies and I have custody of a two-year old little girl. I knew nothing about parenting, I was just the doting but distant. There was no reply, and I thought Anjali would block me.A couple of days passed, and there was no reply. Finally, one evening she messaged, “Can you share with me a story you wrote?” I was relieved at least she replied. I shared a couple of stories I wrote, and again there was no reply.After a couple of days, at around 10 in the night, I got a message from Anjali.Anjali: Are your stories true?Me: Some of them are, some of them are fantasy. Did you like it?Anjali: They are good. I really loved. The message I hear says that I should take his hand and come in from the ledge. Whatever my problems are, we can work them out. The barely disguised look on his face says that he wouldn't mind seeing me take a swan dive from the ninth floor of this building."Natalie," he says, still holding out his hand. "That is your name isn't it?" Why the fuck else would I answer when you call me that if it wasn't my name," I screech at him."I'm really sorry Natalie," he says. There he is again. His fucking. It was early that Saturday morning when I awoke to the dreadfully loud knocking of the door, on the other end I heard the sexy voice of my sweetheart Mom.Mom: Good morning sleepy head, drag your ass outta bed. Me: what’s the time mom?Mom: 8:35 honey.Me: Oh! Fucking asshole momma!Mom: Come on honey! You have to go to the school.Me: ok, I’m getting up right now.Looking at the clock through half-closed eyes “yes it is″. I had been up until about 2:00 this morning after a beautiful day of shopping.