That was nine years ago, when I was twelve. I never understood the divorce, and my Dad didn't talk much about it. He did the best he could as a single... father, raising me during my difficult teenage years. I was an only child, which I suppose contributed to my wayward youth. I always wished I had a sibling to talk to about it, but in the end, I survived the trauma.My Dad and I had a decent relationship I guess, but I don't think he was ever the same after the divorce. He was distant, and buried. It was quiet, quieter than Karen had experienced in a long time. The only sound was of wood crackling in the pot-bellied stove and the rain hitting the roof up above. Karen found herself looking at her brother in a whole new light. He had rugged good looks, strong hands, a goatee. His arms were muscular and it looked like he could split logs with his legs. She knew that he had also gone through a break-up with a girl a couple of months prior; his way of handling it however seemed to be riding. They werejealous that she had chosen the better meal, it wasn't hard to make asalad but it was easy to screw it up and the way the chefs in thekitchen made theirs it was slapped together haphazardly. Anne was happyto hear the simple praise of something that she didn't think wasanything to be praised for but was happy to accept it from Paige andOphelia.The ladies walked some more and took Anne to get her ears pierced, withOphelia feeling like she was getting even more special memories as shegot. Muje ni pata mujhe kitni baar choda gaya….raat ko 10.30 bje ke karib meri ankh khuli to dekha hum ghar ki chaat pe the aur 2 log mujhe abhi bhi chod rahe the aur thand ki wajah se mera sharir akda hua tha sabhi aag jala ke enjoy kar rahe the…vo dono mujhe chodke jese hi hate meine khade hone ki koshis ki lekin fisal gayi dekah to jamin pen a jane kitna muth aur toilet pada tha aur mein usme bhigi hui ti. Me-anuj bhai kahana de do bhuk lagi hai (muth aur toilet se bhare 3 bowl agey khiskate hue).