Aanal en manathil mendum kama padam paarka vendum endra enam nacharithu kondu irunthathu.Naan en nanbanai vitu vitu thaniyaaga kama padam paarka sendr...en, naan athe inaiya thalathai open seithu paathen. Aunty muliayil paal vadinthu kondu irunthathu ithu naal varai endrum ilatha alavirku moodu thalaiku eera aarambithathu. Oru mani neram thodarnthu epadi ellam nirvaanamaaga ookiraargal enbathai paarth kondu irunthen.Athai paarthu konde irukum pozhuthu sunniyil soodu athigam aagi vinthu. Well, 5'11" and yep, if I stood on tiptoes I could look her in the eyes. Her hair was long, her only "really"feminine feature .... and the rest of her, well not at all pretty....but,to me she was my best friend in the universe...and there was nothing Iwouldn't do for her.. nor, she me.....Our mothers had been best friends in college and moved to this smallcoastal town in the northeast before Sam and I had been born. It seemsthey too had been a bit competitive and yep, it was no accident that I. Mom was in the kitchen baking a cake. She would always put all the nice trimmings on and it would be beautiful. It was a little after ten. We had an aunt Beverly over the mountain a mile or so. Sis made a suggestion that we go visit her today. I thought that was a terrific idea and asked mom’s permission. “Mom, can sis and I go visit aunt Beverly for awhile? We won’t be gone long.” “As long as you all will be back by four.” She replied. “Okay, we will be back before then.” Sis replied as she. Ironically, the last shot was a selfie taken before he had goneout that final evening, Holly smiling broadly into the camera, wearingthe t-shirt and the pinafore dress.He looked at the photo curiously. It was him, of course; the same eyes,the smile, the wrinkling of the nose, the fair hair... a face he had seenin the mirror every day of his life. But could a set of clothes andcosmetics really make such a difference?He had never before thought that Holly had been a different person; hehad always.