My real mother was in my memory, and in my past before my transformation to this present life. However, realism set in, and I knew I now had to find a... home of some kind. I was relatively well paid and I had plenty of offers of a room from my colleagues in the office, but I wanted independence.The work in the office was increasing, and we were getting a gradual increase of staff but it was very hard to keep pace. Increasingly, I chose to get away from the office for meal breaks and most of us. Once I closed the door of the house there was a tight slap on my face from my sister I asked here what was the reason for slapping me she in angry tone said what were doing there was wrong u only belong to me nobody can touch me except her and also said that I am her property . I also got angry and asked her to not be be possessive about me and I have right to do what I want in my life that night I left the house in anger and did not return for the whole night .The next day I came home and. A few nights later I visited my daughter,Kim, and her husband, After having a few beers, Ibrought up the subject of us two going out one evening for a couple of hours. Now Kem and her husband are partygoers and like to drink and I think.smoke some on occasions. It wasn"t a problem for eather of them if we went out. Her husband agreed that we should go and have a few together. The day that we agreed to go out was one of the longest days I could remember. I ran different plans through my. 30 bajchuke they Sanjay nein sankoch ke saath phone ka reciever uthaya aur numberghooma diya. Ranjan main bole raha hoonsanjay” number miltey hi sanjay nein kaha aur saari baatey ranjan ko baatadee. Sanjay nein baat poorie karney ke baad phone rakh diya aur bola ki Ranjanaur Shweta tayyar hain chalo acha hai subah tum log meri gaadi le jaana aurrastey mein khaney ke liye bhi kuch letey jaana ab tum log jaao aur so jao subah jaanahai” uncle ye kahtey huey uth gaye.Saroj mand mand muskura rahi.