"Fixing the computer," I clarify. "Ahhhh," she replies, "I knew that. You want to head upstairs to bed?" I glance at my watch. "Honey, it's only seven..." My statement is subsequently undermined by the fact that of all times, I suddenly have to yawn. Which I do. She giggles. "Well, Mr. Sleepy, we don't have to conk out right away. We can talk and stuff. I know you'd like to lay down, at least." That does sound good. "Yeah," I concede, closing the computer. When we get upstairs, I've just finished. Everyone exchanging gifts after breakfast, everyone was very taken with my gifts, and the thought that had gone into them. I was a problem child when it comes to presents, what do you buy someone, who has the money to be able to buy whatever they like, within reason.So everyone had gone the practical route, since I had recently had a growth spurt, new clothes were the order of the day, but instead of basic Walmart clothes, I spotted a number of labels which showed these were of designer. There was a solitaire diamond dangling from a gold choker around her neck and an anklet around her right ankle. Then Mrs. Parker noticed me. Her body language clearly said she liked what she saw. Aunt Linda went first in the reception line, then Aunt Dorothy who introduced me to Dr. Parker, a beefy and florid man nearing sixty. The word pompous fit him to a tee. He turned slightly and introduced me to his wife before turning his attention to the people behind me. Obviously, my pedigree wasn’t. Shyly looked down..I moved close to him..Said why are you so serious..I will also tell everything to you..We must be transparent and clear between us..May it be any sort of details..He smiled and said ok..But all that we talk to be confined between you and meNext day he was visibly ill..Shivering with fever..Running to toilet off and on due to loose motion..I sat near him..Covered a blanket..He had medicine in his box..Gave it..Fever came down within an hour..But frequent loose motion still.