At my home there are 3members..My mom me n my little sis…My father died in an accident.And I was living at my uncles home mamaji.My mom got married ...to an uncle whim I don’t like..He used ti drink ,used to come home late,and used to make my mom cry.But he.Was the only earning member my mom used to keep quite n never said about this to anyone. We were having one room and a kitchen.Jab raat ko sab so jaate the..Toh mom ki rone ki aawaaz aati thi..Aur dheere dheere slap krne ki bhi aawaaz aati. "Oh my God, what the hell have you got in your pocket?" was the next audible thing I heard her say in a giggling voice that conveyed that she knew very well what the answer might be.I didn't hear his response but just then the music stopped and I had to imagine that he had led her back to their booth and that he continued with his advances there. I listened to the chink of ice in glasses as he called out for more refreshment; I heard her giggles as he clearly must have been running his hand up. We then spent a few hours doing a lot of paperwork in connection with Melissa's official relocation to my, or as I insisted on saying now, our house - post office, municipal offices, bank and so on. We had lunch in town and then dropped in on my solicitors - a husband and wife who are also exceedingly close friends. To say that they were surprised would be a massive understatement, but they handled it well. There are a lot of legal hoops to go through when a widowed person with children. It started in mid December, and David had to go to overnight conference. "Dee why don't you go with me to this conference?" David asked."I can't, we have one nurse on vacation and another one is sick, so we are short handed for the week," I said.I knew that they would not give me two days off. He left on a Tuesday and wouldn't be back until late Wednesday afternoon. I'm scheduled to work Sunday through Wednesday. On Tuesday afternoon they told me I didn't have to work on Wednesday. The person.