The carelessly combed, straight, short, black hair and deep blue, almost purplish-black eyes might make you miss the Irish in him, but I grew up aroun... so many (though less well-built, shorter, and less handsome) guys just like him back on the island.And he was oblivious. I was someone he watched over. I know for a fact that some of the other girls fucked him because they couldn't stop gushing over him. But he never "dated" any of us. He slept with the other girls mainly because they wouldn't. Just wasn’t expecting it at only thirteen.”“You are only thirteen?” A boy from the group of kids groaned.“Yeah, our birthdays are in late July only six days apart,” I responded.“Damn, to get beat by thirteen-year-olds. I was just coming to grips with you being fourteen ... Who’s your dance teacher, anybody famous?”“Oh, we don’t have a professional dance teacher. I have taught us most all the steps we have learned so far from looking at the internet.”“So, you are prodigies?” One of the older. I do look just like Mother! Now. Time for the finishing touches. I sprayed on some of her prefume,applied the dark red lipstick and let my long,straight black hair fall loose. Parting it down the middle,I tied first one blue silk ribbon,and then the other one,just behind my ears so I now had two pony tails. One on either side! I did it! I looked exactly like she did in the picture from when she was 11 or 12!The banging of the cabin's screen door gave me warning that Uncle T was back."Find. She told me that we won’t meet at the market place and instead of meeting outside we will meet at my home. Then i asked her that where are your parents and your brother. She told that my mom is out of station and dad has gone for work and will return in evening and bro has gone to school and will return in evening in evening. Then we hanged up the call. I was getting goose bumps in the night itself. The next day morning i got a call from her asking me that today’s meeting is fixed or not. I.