Mar voda soja amar dhon borabor ese amar dhonta k gile fello. Chodoner prothom jhotkay ma anonde chukh buje gungie uthlo. Dolnay mak onekkhon chudlam....i somoy bacchata kede uthlo, ma bollo,–picchir khub khudha peyese, buke abar ektu dudh jomese jai oke die asi.–cholo ek sathe jai.Bole ami amar lingo ma er vitore thaka obosthay take jorie dhore picchir room a gelam. Sekhane ma babur upor jhuke take dudh dite laglo ar ami tar pasay hat rekhe ma k chudte thaklam.Mar vodar vetor ta groom ar pissil,. " He looked away, "I'm missing her..." Don't you write?" No. We ... thought it best to ... well, I'm really not good enough for her, and she's going to be really busy, you see. We're going to move in different worlds, Chrissie and I, so... " his voice trailed off uncertainly. "Ever since I first saw one of these ships, I wanted nothing more than to sail, to spend my life with them. Chrissie ... she's a musician. A really gifted one. She sailed with us, you know, each summer, playing and singing. Please, I don't deserve this." Of course you do Mom! We missed you." Heather reminded her.Harold stepped up behind her and wrapped her in his arms. "You deserve this and more, much more."Janice started crying and pulled away, running to the bedroom and shutting the door loudly behind her."What's wrong with Mom?" Heather asked."She had a very hard time in New York," Harold explained, "and she's feeling down on herself. I think she's also just overwhelmed by the change in her wonderful daughter.. Though she’d tried not to wake him as she extricated herself from the warm, heavy arm around her shoulders, he had come awake enough to mumble something about how he should go home. She ignored that, and by the time she had brought a blanket to him, he had stretched his long legs out along the sofa and was sound asleep. She’d covered him and trudged drowsily up to her own bed, Abe following along after a moment of hesitant indecision about who to stay near. John was still stretched out, one leg.