Growing up poor in a land that all of society ignored was difficult. Moreover, the older I became and the more of life that I became exposed to as opp...sed to that of a k**, the more I began to sympathize with my Ma. It made me wonder, though, if my aunt’s life was better somehow or was she just stronger. Perhaps, though, she recognized the same thing in my Ma that she also experienced but my aunt just didn’t care. Perhaps life was just life to her; that she had given up on any expectation of. She felt the prickles of his beard. Then she stood and hurried up the stairs where Daniel was howling and Patricia and Johnny were arguing over a book he had been reading to her.Seth's mother came from her kitchen and took the chair where Caroline had been sitting."You asked her?" his mother said, drying her reddened hands, knotting her apron between them.Seth nodded, thoroughly confused. "How did you know?" I've known for a year, Seth, my goodness," she said. "More than a year. Blind man could. I rubbed my wet hair from the shower I had earlier. My front hair had grown past eyebrows and started messing with my eyelashes.“Deeksha, can you cut my front hair?” I asked.Surprisingly she got excited,”Come here, let me do your full haircut.” She said, “I took beautician classes before getting bored and dropping out.”She rejected my bathroom scissor and brought her haircut set from her flat.I sat facing the tv and she started cutting. She pulled my hair section by section and trimmed it with. My reaction was slightly different as the whiskey went straight to my head. “Damn Chad, I needed that” she sighed clearing her throat and holding the glass out for a refill which I happily did and then sat on the edge of the chair trying to regain my composure, my legs were spread like men do and from the look on her face I think something was hanging out which as she was smiling she obviously liked. I looked across at the cotton cloth of her shorts and the way she was sitting with her legs.