. sharp-tongued, and sassy as all get-out! During our bus ride to and from school, she would usually manage to give me a cheerful little earful of her...likes and dislikes.Taking her cue from me, she learned how to tease me back unmercifully. She knew exactly which one of my buttons to push. Apparently, she just assumed it was her mission in life to tease the dickens out of me.We would often spend our whole ride to school laughing, talking and teasing each other. To my great delight—She always. Many tears were shed on my account and my husband and I decided that if no one taught her a lesson soon that it would have to be us. One night my mother and I had plans to get together I called her munities before we were scheduled to hang out and she bailed on me for Isaac. I was more than livid... my husband said I was seeing red and that it was time to act. So we prepared a sack... A pair of socks some rope and a few other items ... It was time and I we were ready My husband and I had both. It was scary. But when you make a game of something, it loses its mystique. Even fear fades into the background and is drowned out by the excitement of a new childish game. We stopped thinking of them as harmful.’ ‘Life is full of opportunities to learn. The earlier you recognize that, the better your chances for survival. Survival–that’s the name of the game. It’s why we traveled to this planet in the first place. You must learn and you must survive. Life doesn’t mean diddley if you don’t.’ . I stopped there in the rain and observed myself.I was completely drenched. My undergarments were properly visible in the wet white salwar kameez. The shape of every corner of my body was noticeable. I again started riding. There were trees near the farm on the rough road. I could see the servants standing up to see who is coming.I reached and pretended to be feeling cold and stopped my scooter. There were two rooms at that farm, one for the machines and other for the servants. They came to me..