The final letter was longer. The hand was now shaky and the text poorly structured mirroring my mother?s rapid descent into the long dark night. It wa...s almost a will and testament as my mother expressed her final feelings and wishes to Mary. There was a reference to some letters concerning me and I spoke of them as tears came to my eyes."Yes," replied my father, "there are some letters. Your mother wrote them to you for you to read when you were older. They are outside in the car. I've no idea. We had been accommodated in a big hall where all the members of my schools and some other boys of some other schools were well accommodated. I wish the arrangements were better. Just like we had been accommodated in two seater rooms. All I had in my mind was Parth and having sex with him.In the dining mess, I noticed two boys coming towards me. Yeah! They were Lucky and Parth. I hugged both of them and we talked like best friends. They showed me the campus of their school and I was loving the. I somehow feeling the urge to just walk up to her and grab and knead it." "Now you have an inkling of my torment. For four unendingly long years I had to suppress that urge," he told her. Over by the counter Patricia's face was so red Anthony thought that all of her blood might have flooded to her face and hoped she didn't get a nose bleed from it. "Who is this Anthony," Jen asked barely suppressing her snickers. "Oh, how rude of me. This is Eliza Solomon, Sar-Rah's youngest older sister. Eliza. It was cold and snowing outside and Amy had spent far too many winters trying to survive in the cold, unheated rooms her mother could afford to rent. Years ago, when she was too young to remember how old she was, Amy had promised herself that she would, somehow, get to live in a warm house. At sixteen, Amy was happy to have this job, it offered her a warm, dry, if somewhat small room where she could, for the first time in her life, be alone occasionally. A chance to be alone, and warm, meant.