But Helen did turn it over and she didn't just look at the photograph - she studied it. She simply couldn't help herself. The photograph itself looked...old, and yet the image was fresh and clear. A girl in her late teens or early twenties seated on a park bench. Behind her, a long line of palm trees edged a white sand beach. The girl's face seemed innocent and carefree. Helen was drawn to her eyes, and she found herself looking deeply into them. The girl's eyes were wide in astonishment, or was. Main maan gaya.Lakin agle hi pal mera mood off hogaya. Ammi ne kaha ki meri do bahene aur ammi kitchen ki saf safai karangi aur mujhe didi ka room saaf karna tha kyu ki didi ke room ka cub board bahut bhari hai ussse sirf main hi hata ke saf safi kar sakata thaAb maine haa ki thi to mujhe kaam to karna hi tha, mai chup chap didi ke room main gaya aur kaam shuru kiya. Room ki saar safai to maine jaldi jaldi kar di, akhir main didi ke cupboard ke piche ke safai baki thi.Maine cupboard ko thoda sa. I closed them again; really, really quickly! It was way too bright. I did get a glimpse of a woman that looked just like my mother when I was younger. Damn, my mind thought, I wonder what this means.Then I heard her say, "Hello, little Timmy."That's when it suddenly dawned upon me! This was my mom, my original mom! That's my real name, but how could this have happened, I asked myself?Then it came back to me. Nurse Woe had said my wish was granted. I had been too distracted by the pain, not to. Around her neck and inside the coat was a white scarf and a large expensive looking black leather purse was slung over her left shoulder. If this was Mistress Serena, she looked like any number of stylishly dressed women. Then I glanced down to the bottom of the distorted image I got through the peephole and I knew that, indeed, this was Mistress Serena. There was no mistaking the highly polished pointed toes of the boots that she had described over the phone. I licked my glistening red lips as.