He has a rather low opinion of himself and can’t understand why anyone would be drawn to him, even though he can’t deny that people have been draw...n to him his entire life. They have come to offer their condolences and ask him if there is anything they can do. Every time someone says this his first impulse is to reply, ‘Can you bring my father back?’ That would be terribly rude of him, and he was not raised to say things like that, or so he likes to think. In reality, he was raised to say any. That was not something he was looking forward to doing while she was on her cell phone in the school cafeteria.Dave parked his car and headed into the office with the jumble of problems still weighing on his mind. Dave was happy that the morning meeting was canceled. He had too many other things to deal with. The last thing he needed was for the boss to be making demands of him.Dave locked himself in his office and told his secretary that he wanted to be left alone unless it was an emergency.. "A single tear appeared in her right eye and slowly rolled down her cheek. I looked at it, and reached out with my finger to wipe it off her face.Her face. It was so beautiful, in that moment, leaning against the wall, sitting on the bathroom floor. Steam fogging up the mirrors. The portable phone, its black finish a sharp contrast to the white tile floor that it laid upon. The water that dripped off her hair, onto her shoulders, and down her body.The whole world froze. In that instant, in that. She put on a blue sari and a black sleeveless blouse. She was looking amazing. I said mom you are looking very nice. She smiled. I had not seen her smiling in a long time. At that time I did not suspect anything but after about an hour that same uncle came to our house. Then I knew who she was dressing for. She was talking to him in a different way. She did not care about her pallu dropping and she did not look uncomfortable when he was touching her on her thighs. I did not like that. But I was.