My god , you are looking like an angel.Priya- dont lie, otherwise I will beat you.Me- no, seriously damn beautiful. I am now cursing my life for makin...g you my sister.Priya- hehehe, stop it….(she was feeling shy)by the way , thanx.Me- again , why ?Priya- for understanding me, except you , no1 is hearing me a bit.Me- dont be upset yaar, I want to see you smiling always. And remain with me as a sweet friend.Priya- (crying) bittu !Me- u r crying !Priya- no, just a little. Bittu, hope you are here. Or his face. But now, he had afeeling that he wasn't going to get a whole lot of the cereal actuallyinto his mouth this morning. It was humiliating enough having to eatthe unrecognizable taste of the bland baby cereal every morning. Itwas worse because he usually dripped much of it off of his spoon andmade a mess like a baby. It was even more humiliating to have someonewatching him do it all the time. And now, having to hold the spoonlike an infant and try to get everything to his mouth. I walked inside and tooka look round. I felt uneasy and yet somehow comfortable doing this.Everything about the house looked familiar though I couldn't understandwhy. The compulsive thoughts returned and drew me upstairs to thebathroom. One half of me was in panic mode as I proceeded to use a totalstrangers toilet, yet the other half told me that there was nothingwrong about it. As I turned to leave the bathroom, I noted the showerand something clicked in my mind that I needed to use it. I. He thought for himself, he was able to figure things out, and he knew right from wrong and wasn't too wimpy or too correct to act on it. This 16 year old kid could figure out the proper trajectory for a space ship, practically in his head. My love for math started then, probably so I could figure out exactly what the hell he was talking about in some of those explanations.When my Daddy was a kid, Heinlein put out a book every Christmas, just for kids. Daddy had a set of them, the hardcover.