.. ?"I'd been sitting in Dad's chair, staring at the television without a clue what I was watching and hadn't even heard Peter come in.It had been a b...rutal day. I'd had tests in calculus and A.P. history, and Mr. Calloway evidently took the advanced part of advanced placement seriously cause the test was a killer. Then Mrs. Connors played lightning round in debate, and it seemed like she wasn't giving us our usual three or four seconds to think about the question. Football had been worse. I. She is having a smile in her face. Which came me a relief!! She asked me,”so you r a transgender. Ya naveen” I said, ” but I don’t feel like a boy from my childhood itself shruthi I always like to be a girl. This boobs also prove that. Please don’t tell this to anyone” she said” hey I’m your sister I’ll think about your good only so don’t worry tell me everything about you do you want to be a boy or a girl?” I said,”I want to be a girl only because I feel like girl” she said with a sigh of. I was quite taken aback by this and if I am honest now, I was a little hurt as I lay there thinking (and I remember this at the time) was I not good enough? Did I not satisfy her enough? I never asked her the questions as I didn’t really want to hear the answers.Anyway, she mentioned this a few times over the course of the summer and time was pressing on. She was going to return to her family in London and our relationship was coming to an end, not because we had fallen out of love (did we. ‘Drink.’ A hand shot out from the silver blanket, and grabbed the water bottle, I unscrewed the cap, and she drained it in two big gulps. The pink color was coming back into her lips, and as she handed me the water bottle back, I noticed her manicured nails, and how expensive her clothing looked. Alexandra began sipping the soup, and used the spoon to shovel mouthfuls of noodles out. I watched while she ate the entire mug of soup, and I accepted it back from her, empty. ‘Now walk?’ I asked..