My family is a large family and we care about the relations very much and we are very much attached to each other .Here comes the movements of my life...….I usually visit my aunt’s house (my atta in Telugu) in vacation . My aunt has 2 daughters both are elder to me. elder one named satya and the other’s name is priya. satya and i are very close . we used to play ,eat and sleep together . Generally we used my aunt ,uncle and priya used to sleep in one room and i and satya used to sleep in the. " She has to love you a lot and want you pretty bad to go that far. She is crawling baby; the only thing she hasn't done is lick your feet. When are you going to admit to yourself that you love her and forgive her? She fucked up! So what? Everyone makes mistakes and bad errors of judgment and does stupid shit that they regret later. I'll grant you that her's was a whopper, but she was honest and up front about it. She could have kept her mouth shut and the odds are pretty damned good that you. We rarely complained. That she wanted to make it for Heather seemed to up the stakes.Surprisingly, my mom didn’t pry or tease the whole time we were out. The shopping was enjoyable. I watched as she picked out corn, wild mushrooms, and turnips, explaining what she was looking for. Red and yellow peppers, green onions, shallots, a couple of tomatoes, a celery heart, some thyme, and a bunch of fresh basil went into the cart. She sent me to fill a bag with loose walnuts, while she waited on three. It wasn't long and a knock on the door announced the arrival of my meal. I opened the door and a rather lovely youngish lady walked in with my tray. She smiled; she was very conservatively dressed, blouse to the neck and longish black skirt and black stockings, quite elegant and lovely. She moved to my desk to make room for my meal; turning for my signature and I could read her name on the name tag: Carolina. Rather nice. "Carolina, where do I sign for the meal?" She pointed to the docket.