That memory has never left me. She never left the memory of the last bath before her departure, and I have always treasured the words of my sister: "M...ateo, I will come back ...... come back for you."That day has arrived. My sister has returned.While these thoughts passed through my mind I realize that Marisa is right up against me.The mouth of my sister is close to my ear. I feel the warmth of her breath, and I hear her excited voice whisper "Mateo I came back ........ I'm back for you" as. I am shorter than him but my lines have been cut to show my female form. But I knew deep down that we were never meant to be, for we came from different worlds. I knew I had a station in life, and he had one as well, and we were never created to be together or share our lives.However, I could not help feeling the way I did about him. Any woman who saw him would feel the same way. If only we could really meet and if he could learn the true depth of my feelings for him then maybe we would have a. In town on business; only the business is on Monday and I'm here already,' he said with a grin and a wink. 'So I'm just going to have to enjoy myself for the weekend. Got something planned for yourself?'I shook my head. 'Nothing? A pretty thing like you has nothing and nobody to spend a weekend with?' He said in mock disbelief.I sighed. 'I have a heap of figures to go over before the end of the financial year. I'll probably get stuck into them.''Wha? Nah. That's a crappy way to spend a. The ribbons were all shades of the pinks in the soft lacey cotton dress she was going to be wearing. Moma had made it for her that week. The material was like a tye dye with multiple colors of pink from a hard deep blushing reddish pink to a very slight breathe of pink. It was die cut in a country style lace pattern overall. The tiny sleeves were soft and just sort of floated on her upper arms. The hem was variegated from just above the knee to just below the knee.The skirt formed a circle.