Beku poolai oombi oombi kalaipu adainthu eppozhuthu thaan unaku kanju varum endru solinaal, hey oombu di endru nandraaga oru mani neram oomba vitu pin...bu kanjai vaaiyil irakinen.Aval en vinthai anaithum sappi kudithu vitu ena unaku kanju kamiyaaga thaan varugirathu endru solinaal. Hey naan netru thaan kai adithen athanaal thaan enaku kanju indru kuraivaaga varugirathu endru solinen. Pinbu naan avalai ookamal veetirku vanthu viten, en nanban idam intha pennai enaku pundaiyil ooka thondrava. "Shut up, I'm thinking," muttered the photographer, eyeing her up. Pixie gasped in shock at his rudeness, then pouted as it became apparent that an apology was not forthcoming. She stood with one eyebrow raised as he walked around her, feeling her cheeks flush at his close examination. Finally he tossed her a pink satin teddy. "This'll do for starters." Pixie didn't move. Eventually the photographer grumbled "You can change around the corner. There's a mirror." Then he busied himself with his. They even offered to give me what money was left to help with raising Jen. However, while I was so lost and confused, I didn't want to talk about it.Six months later, I still struggled with not continuing, and I fell into a dark place that I didn't want to leave. If I didn't have Jennie, I'm sure I would have ended my misery at my own hand.Mom did her best to help me out, but she was going through her own hell at the time. You see, my father had been diagnosed with cancer which, after several. I ducked as it whizzed by me. "GET AWAY. GET OUT!" She laid her head on the table and cried."Mom?" Just go."I ran to my room, pulled out my cell phone and called Dad. He asked me to calm down and speak slower. Once, I had the story out. He told me to stay in my room until he got there.He stayed on the phone with me until he walked in the door. I heard the sound of fighting down stairs. TreFual stopped me. "Kid, it's no good. You'll make it worse. Sit here with me. Your Dad will handle it."I sat.