Child Brides of India

By C. Stanton Leman

Chapter 82: Milestones

Life moves on and we were now a settled family with three daughters. Cinny and Lizzy were little hellions and they always made their presence known: in duplicate. Wherever one was, the other was close by. They were never far apart for any length of time.

Both girls started crawling at six months and took their first steps at eleven months. After that, it was off to the races!

Monaavi weaned them from the breast at one because she couldn’t keep up with the demand. Her milk was drying up and she switched the girls to whole milk via the bottle until they were two. We told them that the trash man had taken their bottles and we couldn’t find them. They both looked at each other and shrugged an okay. That was that, Monaavi broke them of the bottle.

They did everything together: even potty training. It seemed that both sisters had an innate ability to communicate with each other. Potty training was a challenge to say the least. Neither of the girls liked to sit on the potty and many a time was spent chasing a bare-assed giggling little girl around the house to put her back on the pot. Through it all, they finally caved in and were both trained by twenty-eight months: Lizzy first followed by Cinny a week later.

As predicted, they were mirror twins. Watching them together was like watching a reflection of the other: it was uncanny. Cinny was right-handed like Monaavi and Lizzy was left.

At two and a half, each was about twenty-eight inches tall with little potbellies and blue-black curly hair that reached their shoulders. Their complexion was slightly darker than Monaavi’s, both being a very light wheatish color. They looked like carbon copies of Monaavi with large, doe-like dark brown eyes and devilishly radiantly smiles they flashed just about every time you spoke to them.

As for studies, Monaavi and Leeya began teaching the twins at two by reading to them and teaching them shapes and their “ABC’S”. Tina was now at her normal age level academically and at almost seven and a half, was doing third grade work. She spoke English, Tamil and Hindi fluently and seemed slightly advanced like Sarah and Leeya. She was sharp!

Tina was now about forty inches tall, weighed maybe forty-five pounds and was simply lovely. She was a quiet, pleasant girl with an even and lovingly expressive personality. Her brown hair hung to the middle of her back and when she wanted my attention, she’d bat her lashes and flash me her baby browns with a coy smile. What is it about girls? Do they have this “Melt Daddy’s heart with a look” gene or something?

She’d play “Mommy” with the twins, dragging them around, giving them orders and scolding them when they’d run off giggling: just like Leeya and Tiya did with her. All three girls were “Daddy’s girls” and Tina was sometimes jealous because she wanted me all to herself. On those days, just the two of us would take a walk together, go shopping or do something together.

Although only a year and a half younger that Leeya, Tina regarded her as a mother and it was sometimes strange to see her sitting on Leeya’s lap being cuddled. I felt sad that Faatina never regained the memory of her times with Leeya before her illness. Tina just seemed to bond to Leeya naturally because Leeya and Monaavi spent nearly all their time at home. Priya was away during the day going to school.

Leeya, now nine, stood about forty-four inches tall and weighed roughly sixty pounds. She was a thin girl, had slender shapely legs with slightly knobby knees and that ever cute little butt. Her brown hair now cascaded to her waist. Her figure was still boyish, straight as a board and she still retained her small hands and feet. Even at nine, her vulva still looked like a little girls with plump puffy pussy lips.

She actually got cuter over these past three years. Leeya still had her button nose, small but full soft lips with sparkling brown eyes and her signature smile. It appeared that she might remain a small, petite girl even as an adult. Academically, Leeya was doing fifth grade work: two tears ahead of her peers.

Attiya was a wonder! She was now on grade with her studies at nine and half doing fourth grade work. Her speech was normal and she now spoke Tamil and English. If you didn’t know it, one couldn’t tell she was autistic. Musically, she was further advanced than Monaavi’s skills and was playing music on the piano that was well beyond Monaavi’s ability to play. Her favorite composer was Chopin.

Priya, now sixteen, only grew more beautiful with time: her stunning beauty still takes my breath away. She was now four foot ten inches tall and weighed about one hundred pounds. Her breasts hadn’t grown much more than an “A” cup and she retained those bulbous, puffy nipples. Probably genetic, Priya, like Leeya, also retained her little girl vulva with a fleshy mons and plump fat pussy lips. All three of my wives had the physical characteristic of having a majority of their height in slender shapely legs, which gave them a taller, sleeker appearance.

Priya had matured into a true matriarch, leading her sisters in a much softer assuring way than she did three years ago. Although she primarily deferred the childcare issues to Monaavi and Leeya, both of them honored her with respect and often sought her advice and guidance.

Priya was barreling through college and would obtain her Undergraduate degree at sixteen despite having taken off a semester for the birth of the twins.

Monaavi was a radiant beauty. Her hair, now down to her waist, was like Priya’s: wavy, thick, shiny and luxurious. She exercised regularly and had the same figure she had before giving birth accept she now was a full “B” cup. Her confidence as a teacher was very evident in the way she handled all her students and was a doting mother to the twins and Tina and to a certain extent, to Attiya also.

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The first week in June after Leeya had turned ten she came down with a bad case of the Flu. Because she was sick, we didn’t share any intimate time together because she was weak. She spent the time in bed and in her room so as not to infect any of the younger girls.

After a week of being bedridden, she said she was feeling better. She didn’t have a cough or fever but still had some stomach cramps and said she’d leave the confines of the bedroom and resume her normal routine the next day.

At six the following morning, we were awaked by a loud scream coming from Leeya’s room. We hurriedly thrust open the door, panicked that something was wrong. We stepped into the bedroom to see Leeya jumping up and down with joy. At first, we worriedly focused on her face when she opened her legs, thrust out her vulva and exclaimed, “Look! I’m bleeding! I’m a WOMAN!!!!!”

Priya and Monaavi went to her, hugged her and Priya said, “We’d better get you into the bathroom and cleaned up. Otherwise, your womanhood will stain the carpet.”

As I watched Leeya accompanied by Priya and Monaavi disappear behind the bathroom door, I felt so happy for her crossing this threshold into womanhood at ten and a half. She embraced it with all the mess, cramps and discomfort like she’d embraced her sexuality: with open arms and joy.

I went back to the bedroom with a smile and took my shower alone. When finished, my three women entered the bedroom to say morning prayers. When finished we went downstairs to eat. At the table at the end of the meal, Leeya was squirming in her chair. Monaavi giggled as she fed Lizzy and said to Leeya, “What’s wrong with you girl, your coochie itch or something?”

“No,” Leeya replied, “this thing is swelling inside me and it feels really weird!”

“Welcome to womanhood,” Priya chuckled. “You know what this means, don’t you?”

“No, what?” Leeya asked.

Priya and Monaavi looked at each other, smirked and Monaavi answered, “It means, my womanly sister, no sex until you’re on birth control.”

“Oh yeah,” Leeya realized. “Well, he could pull out and sperm in my mouth.”

Shaking my head I told her “Oh no girl, we ain’t playing that game! You’re not gonna turn up pregnant at ten!”

“Ex-cuuuuse me,” Leeya corrected, “that’s woman now: not girl!”

“Ex-cuuuuse me,” I retorted. “You’re still not gonna be a ten year-old woman and get pregnant!”

“How long?” Leeya asked cryptically.

“How long for what?” Priya asked.

“How long before the pills work?” Leeya asked again.

“About seven days,” Monaavi answered, “before they become effective.”

“Well,” Leeya replied, “make me an appointment so I can start right away.”

Priya smiled as she swallowed a bite and said, “We’ll do it after breakfast, okay?”

Priya called after breakfast and got Leeya an appointment two days hence. After her appointment, Leeya began taking the pills the last day of her period as instructed by the doctor. The only side effects she had were a little nausea the first week and her pimpled titty bumps were tender. Leeya didn’t want to have sex until she was safe. She said that the first time she makes love as a woman, she wanted to do it vaginally and I agreed, understanding her desire to do so.

The Friday after Leeya had finished her period and all the kids were in bed, the three of us were sitting nude on our communal bed talking. Monaavi was saying something to Leeya when she stopped and stared at Leeya’s chest. Monaavi brushed her hand over Leeya’s left breast and said, “Oh my! You’re growing boobies, Leeya!”

Leeya looked down in shock and said, “Huh?”

“You’ve got little breast bumps, Leeya!” Monaavi giggled.

Priya and I looked but Leeya’s hands shielded our view as she brushed her hands over her breasts.

‘I GOT TITTIES!!!” Leeya exclaimed, “Look! Look at ‘em, I’m finally getting boobies!”

Well, you’d have thought she had 28DD’s the way she was carrying on! Looking closely at her chest, Leeya’s areolae and nipples had definitely started to grow. They slightly poked off the surface of her chest about a quarter inch or so in a discernable puffy point.

“Here, Sean, feel ‘em!” Leeya offered as she proudly thrust out her chest.

I lightly brushed my fingertips over them and she gasped saying, “Oh God! I’ve waited years to have boobies for you to touch, suck ‘em: I wanna feel you suck my new boobies!”

I leaned in and put my mouth over her breast bud. I brushed the tip of my tongue over the bump and pulling my head from her new charms she gasped, “Oh my! That feels wonderful!”

Releasing my mouth and sitting up, Leeya cupped her tiny bud, thrusting in Monaavi’s direction saying, “Here, you try it! Suck it for me!”

Monaavi laughed slapping her hand and said, “You’re nuts! I don’t suck women’s breasts and I’m not gonna suck yours!”

“Here, Priya, you try,” Leeya offered undaunted.

“Those mosquito bites?” Priya teased.

“Don’t tease her like that,” Monaavi chided. “It’s a beautiful thing to flower into a woman. Remember how you felt when yours were no bigger than hers?”

“I’m sorry, Leeya,” Priya apologized. “Let me make it up to you.”

With that, Priya leaned over and covered Leeya’s nipple and began gently sucking and licking to Leeya’s enjoyment. Leeya held Priya’s head gently and asked softly, “The other one please?”

Priya “Mmmmm’d” in acknowledgement and switched to Leeya’s right bud, administering as she did to the left. After a few minutes Priya released Leeya’s developing protrusion and Leeya sighed, “That was wonderful. I love you, Sister.

“I wanna grow beautiful breasts like yours, Monaavi,” Leeya said wishfully.

Monaavi’s breasts had grown slightly, now being a “B” cup and their shape changed too, now hanging slightly. I thought her breasts were exquisite. They appeared to me to look like a drop of dew hanging from a leaf to form a symmetrical globe with her long nipples pointing upwards at about a thirty-degree angle. Her areolae were still about an inch in diameter and had darkened slightly to a deeper pink but because of nursing and pumping, her nipples were stretched to about a half-inch long.

Cupping her breasts, Monaavi pinched her nipples and replied, “I wish my nipples weren’t so long, they look so weird but I do like that my breasts have grown a little bigger though. Oh well, Sean likes ‘em; that’s all that counts.”

“I can’t wait ‘til tomorrow,” Leeya said dreamily as she tweaked her new buds, “I get to make love as a woman!”

“Well,” Priya teased again, “Don’t suffocate him with your new titties (Giggle).”

“Don’t laugh,” Leeya warned, “Maybe mine’ll grow bigger than yours: then what’ll you do? You’ll be the itty bitty titty girl of the bunch!”

“I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it,” Priya said,

“…If I have to!” she added.

The next night, Leeya made me suck her new titties for an hour (at least my tongue thought so)! When I was eating her now womanly pussy, I noticed she’d changed. Leeya now had the beginning of fuzz on her mons that marked the onset of growth of pubic hair and had a slightly muskier, heady smell and taste: she was definitely becoming a woman! There were subtle changes in her vagina that were also noticeable. Leeya’s pussy lubricated more and I was able to now fit about four and a half inches inside her. Her cervical mouth was more sensitive also.

We didn’t have anal sex for another two weeks because she gloried in having me in her secret place. She now role-played being made pregnant all the time. Her five-year dream of having a baby with me was getting stronger and stronger and it always fueled my passion as I envisioned her tiny body with a swellen belly. Leeya lovemaking took on a different kind of passion that seemed to come from deep within her that fueled her desire for a child. Leeya still enjoyed anal sex often but slowly wanted me more and more in her pussy.

Priya, by far had always been the most passionate of the three that bordered many times on licentiousness. She was a very accomplished lover that could practically get me to cum on command. Her body also changed in the past three years. Her bulbous, puffy-nippled breasts were now a solid “A” cup, her hips were well defined, her legs looked even more graceful and her vagina could now take all but an inch of me.

Priya loved sex and she enjoyed anal as much as she did vaginal. It took her almost a year, with Monaavi’s help to deal with Priya’s demon, but we never did backslide and play pee games after the night we made our promises. There were times though when I thought I could still see the craving in her eyes and it was hard not to make the gesture.

Monaavi on the other hand, was now on par and in some ways, surpassed Priya in the passion department. This woman had more stamina than three marathon runners and many a night when she’d finished with me I’d be drained, dry and sore. There are no words to explain the beauty of this woman! I loved suckling on her baby soft, warm breasts and her long nipples just seemed so delightful. Sometimes, I would just lie with my head on her soft-pillowed stomach.

Now at twenty-seven, Monaavi was as accomplished as Priya at every turn: she would hungrily deep throat me, enjoyed anal and vaginal equally well and was very dominant many nights when she just wanted to fuck — and I mean fuck.

I don’t know why, maybe she might have had some latent subconscious desire to participate with Priya and Leeya in their lesbian encounters but whenever Priya and Leeya would make love in our presence, Monaavi would become a tigress in bed, wanting it as deep as I could give it: ass or pussy.

All three of my wives thoroughly loved oral sex and there wasn’t a night with any of them that it was required to give them at least one orgasm orally. On some of our family nights, I’d have to service all three orally but then, I got a three-woman blowjob in return. It’s really fun (and sexy) shooting off into three awaiting mouths! There was also the occasional night when the three would gang up on me, get me to the point of having blue balls then leave me hanging. That usually resulted in me snatching the closest culprit and spewing a gallon into one of her three holes (when I could catch one of ‘em).

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About a month and a half after Leeya’s crossing the threshold, Tina followed suit at nine, only hers came out of the blue and totally by surprise. Priya, Monaavi, Leeya and the twins had gone shopping. It was supposed to be one of those all girls’ day type of things but Tina said she didn’t feel very well and stayed home. Tina was upstairs and I was laying on the sofa watching an Oriole baseball game on ESPN. I was starting to doze when all of a sudden,

“SHREEEEEEEEEEEK!!!!!!!!”

It scared the shit out of me and I fell off the sofa onto the floor! Thinking there was a fire or something, I quickly stood, ran to the kitchen when I heard from upstairs, “DADDY, HURRY! I’M GONNA DIE!!”

I bolted up the stairs as fast as I could and when I reached Tina’s bedroom door, I was out of breath. I huffed and puffed out, “Tina? I’m coming in!”

With that I opened the door and stepped into the room. Tina was standing by the bed in just a pair of panties and I stopped dead in my tracks. I stared in shock at her and she had puffy nipples — at nine and hers was bigger than Leeya’s! I turned and quickly started to leave the room when she screamed, “Don’t leave me, Daddy, I’m dying!”

I stopped, turned and faced her and she said, “Look, Daddy, I’m bleeding to death! I’m dying of some horrible, disgusting disease!”

“Whew!” I sighed as my body relaxed in relief. “Is that all?”

“Is that all?” she asked dumbfounded pointing to her crotch, “Here I am bleeding to death. I’m dying as we speak and all you can say is, ‘Is that all?’ How can you be so insensitive?”

“You’re not gonna die, Baby,” I replied with a sigh. “You’re getting your first period. You’ve become a young woman now.

“I’m not dying?” she asked in relief. “What’s a period?”

“No you’re not dying,” I answered. “Didn’t Priya, Monaavi or Leeya explain any of this to you?”

“Uh no,” she replied.

Rolling my eyes as I looked to heaven, I said to myself, “Great! I must be being punished for something.”

“Let me see if I can find you some napkins,” I told her. “Go to the bathroom, take a warm shower and clean yourself. Just don’t stick your fingers inside yourself though. I’ll be back and explain everything to you.”

“What do you mean stick my fingers inside myself?” she innocently asked. “I don’t even wanna touch myself there it’s so yucky down there.”

“Just go take a shower,” I requested, “and I’ll be back.”

I searched all the bathrooms but all I could find were tampons. “Damn it!” I remarked in exasperation but I then realized that all the women in the house who were menstruating weren’t virgins. I sat on the toilet in my bedroom bathroom, put my head in my hands and wondered, “With three wives in this house, why does this shit have to happen to me? Why me, God?”

Oh well… I thought. I then sat trying to formulate what I was going to say and how. I always thought the women would handle this talk with my daughters but now I’m faced with having to tell Tina the facts about puberty, periods and reproduction. I never in a million years ever expected to see any of my daughter’s nudity once they were able to bathe themselves. I picked up the box of tampons, a dark towel and headed to Tina’s room.

I knocked on the door, but no one answered so I slowly opened the door. I heard the shower running, stepped into the bedroom and walked to the bathroom door. I knocked loudly and I heard through the door, “Come in, Daddy, I’m in the shower.”

As I entered, I saw her silhouette through the shower curtain. I came in and sat on the toilet looking down at the box of tampons as I twirled the box in my hands. I then proceeded to tell Tina all about the facts of reproduction, her new “Monthly Friend,” and what was happening to her.

“So I’m a woman now, right?” Tina asked proudly.

“Figuratively speaking,” I answered with qualifications. “You’re a woman in the sense that you can get pregnant and have a baby but you’ve got a lot of growing up to do first.”

“Yeah,” she replied, “my boobies are growing. Did you see?”

“Yes, Tina,” I said, “I noticed.”

“Well,” she said, “I’ve been kinda shy about them and didn’t let anyone see. I was embarrassed and Leeya has been talking about hers growing and when she showed me hers, I didn’t want to say anything ‘cause mine are bigger and she’s older than me. You’re the first to see my chest.”

“Don’t worry about, Leeya,” I comforted. “What you or she has in the way of breasts is in God’s hands not yours. It is what it is, Baby, and you shouldn’t be ashamed of your God-given body.”

“I’m done now, Daddy,” Tina informed me as she turned off the shower, “I’m starting to wrinkle like a prune.”

I handed her the dark towel through the curtain and told her, Dry yourself off. Just pat dry your vulva.”

“Huh? What’s a vulva?” she asked.

“The area between your legs that’s bleeding, Sweetie,” I answered.

I unwrapped the tampon and then held it up in my hand through the shower curtain and handed it to her.

“What’s this thing?” she asked quizzically.

“It’s a tampon,” I informed her. “It goes inside you to soak up the blood. When it’s full, you replace it with a new one.”

“Where’s it go?” She asked.

“Remember what I said about your vagina,” I reminded her, “that opening between your legs where the baby comes out?”

“Yeah?” she replied tentatively.

“Put your leg up on the rim of the tub,” I instructed, “then open yourself with your fingers and find the opening.”

“EEEUUUUUWW! YUCK!” she exclaimed.

“Eeuuuw, Daddy, my fingers are getting blood on them,” she whined.

With a slap of my hand to my forehead and sighing as I shook my head I encouraged her by saying, “You can do this, Sweetie, You’ll have to do it the rest of your life.”

“I found it, Daddy,” she informed me.

“Ow!” Tina cried out. “It hurts a lot Daddy! Help me: show me what to do.”

Oops, I forgot about her hymen.

“Come on, Tina honey,” I said in desperation. ”Just probe slowly and delicately, you’ll find the opening”

I guess she heard the impatient exasperation in my voice, started crying as she sat on the ledge of the tub and said through her tears, “I can’t do it, Daddy.”

Feeling like a real shit bag, I said, “Alright, Baby, wrap yourself in the towel and step out here.”

Tina stepped out of the shower weeping and I enfolded her in my arms reassuring her with endearments telling her how sorry I was for being so impatient with her. After she’d calmed down I had her sit on the toilet. I figured the best way for her to learn was to first determine if she could even use a tampon, thinking that her hymen might have prevented her from inserting the tampon in the first place.

I had her spread her legs, which she did blushingly with an apprehensive giggle and I asked her, “Open your lips for me, baby.”

Tina reached down with her thumb and fore finger and pried open her puffy little lips. She did so but not wide enough so I had her pull herself open some more. I looked at her vaginal opening and saw a strange sight. Her hymen was a whitish, crescent-shaped membrane of thin skin that didn’t cover her opening, but only the bottom third of her opening. It appeared that the tampon would fit so I got up, got the hand mirror and showed her what she was confronted with.

I said to her, “Give me your finger.”

She obeyed. I took some tissue and wiped away a slight seepage of blood and dropped it in the bowl. Taking her finger in hand, I instructed her as I held her finger and traced her hymen with the pad of her finger, “Now, can you feel this thin flap of skin?”

“Uh huh.” she nodded.

“That’s your hymen,” I explained. “If you break this skin, it’ll hurt and you’ll bleed a little.”

“What’s it there for?” She asked.

“I’m not sure,” I answered, “but I think it’s there to protect you from getting anything inside you, like when you were a baby and went poo in your nappy.”

“Oh,” she replied as if that made sense.

“Now,” I continued as I moved her finger, “Do you feel the top of your opening, right here?

“Yeah,” Tina acknowledged, “I can feel my finger will go inside if I push a little harder.”

“Good,” I encouraged, “Where your finger would slid in is where we’re gonna put the tampon in. Understand?”

“I think so,” she replied.

I took the tampon, tried to place it in her thumb and index fingers but her fingers were too small so I rearranged it so she held it between thumb and ring finger with her forefinger on the plunger. As I held her hand, I guided the tampon to the top of her opening and instructed, “Now what I want you to do is feel for the top of your opening with the head of the tampon.”

Tina gingerly moved the tampon and found the spot. I then explained the next step by saying, “Now very gently, start to push the tampon inside you.”

Tina tentatively pushed a little and exclaimed, “Oh gosh, it’s going inside me!”

“Stay calm,” I encouraged. “Now, push the tampon inside until your thumb and finger touch your body.”

With shaking hands, Tina complied until her digits touched her opening and stopped. I sighed and smiled my approval and she smiled back saying, “I’m scared, Daddy.”

I kissed her nose and calmed her by saying, “The hard work is finished, Sweetie, now to finish up. Now what I want you to do is push the plunger in with your forefinger until your finger touches your thumb and ring finger,”

Tina slowly pushed the plunger in and her mouth made a big “O” and gasped as she felt it penetrate her body. When she’d finished, she gasped in surprise, “God, I can feel it inside me!”

I smiled and said, “Okay now, last step. Gently pull the tube out of you but be careful, don’t grab the string.”

Tina pulled slowly and steadily and soon she was holding the plunger in her hand staring at it. “I did it, Daddy!”

“You sure did, Baby,” I complimented her. “You did it like a real woman too!”

My daughter beamed with pride at her Daddy calling her a woman and threw her arms around me kissing my cheeks.

“I love you, Daddy!” Tina effused with emotion, “At first, I was shy but I’ll never forget this day as long as I live and I’ll always remember how you showed me how to be a woman with love. I do love you very, very much, Daddy!”

“And I love you too, Baby,” I replied with tears on my cheeks, “but remember always, Faatina, you’ll always be my baby girl — no matter how old you become.”

“I’m proud to be your baby girl, Daddy,” Tina replied softly with a kiss, tears and a smile.

I instructed her to wrap the plunger in tissue and throw it in the basket. I took her hand, showed her how to feel for the string and pull it out when she changed it. I then told her to wash her hands, get dressed and that one of her “Mothers” would help her the next time.

Sitting on the couch, I just shook my head and simply shook from the tension of the ordeal. Everyone returned noisily and when Monaavi saw me, I must’ve been white as a ghost because she exclaimed in concern, “What’s wrong, Sean? You look like death warmed over.”

Priya and Leeya were now standing with Monaavi looking on in concern and awaiting my answer. I looked up with a sigh and answered, “Tina and I just put our first tampon in. Tina got her period.”

“She did?” Priya asked shocked.

“Um hmm,” I nodded, “and her breasts are very noticeably growing also.”

I went on to explain the whole scenario and although there were a few chuckles, they were amazed at how well things turned out. Poor Leeya: she looked visibly upset about two things: Tina becoming a woman earlier in life than her and the fact that Tina’s breasts were bigger than hers. She looked more hurt than jealous, but it affected her nonetheless.

I tracked down the mirror images of trouble as the three women went upstairs to check on Tina. The three women, or should I now say four, came down about thirty minutes later. Tina was blushing every time she looked at me when all of us sat to talk. Tina remarked, “I still can’t believe that Daddy was between my legs looking at my privates, but now, I’m really glad he was here. Otherwise I’d have died of fright! I was so scared. I thought I was bleeding to death from some horrible disease!”

I shook my head and replied, “I still can’t believe that there are three women in this house and not one of you talked to her about sex, periods or puberty in general and to top everything off, none of you were home. I mean; what are the odds that this would’ve happened when it was just her and I home?”

Priya chuckled and replied, “Whatever the odds, it doesn’t matter because it happened, didn’t it? I don’t know why none of us ever talked to you about sex, Tina. I guess because you never asked. We’ve just always looked at you like our little girl and didn’t realize how grown up you really are.”

“Daddy says,” Tina boasted proudly, “I’m a woman now.”

Monaavi patted her hand and answered, “That’s right, Sweetie, you’re a young woman now.”

“I’m sorry, Mamma Leeya,” Tina said apologetically, “that my boobies are bigger than yours. I never showed anyone because I was shy about my body and when I saw that mine were bigger than one of my mothers’, I didn’t want to hurt your feelings.”

“That’s Okay, Tina,” Leeya said with a twinge of sadness, “I’m happy for you. I always knew you’d grow into a beautiful woman.”

“Now that Daddy has explained things to you,” Monaavi said, “You shouldn’t be shy any more. Who knows, maybe you’ll have bigger breasts than mine.”

“That’s what Daddy said,” Tina replied. “He told me to be proud of my body because it’s given by God.”

“I don’t understand it,” Tina added as she pondered, “I mean, Mama Leeya’s older than me but she just got her period and Attiya is almost a half year older than Mama Leeya but I don’t think she’s gotten hers yet.”

“Every girl is different, Tina,” Monaavi answered, “Everything about our bodies is genetic and out of our control: when we get our period, how tall we’ll get, how big our boobs or hips will be, it’s all human nature and controlled by our genes.”

I called Mom that evening and gave her the news that her granddaughter was now a young woman. She was very happy to say the least but she too was worried about Leeya. I told her not to give it too much thought since there wasn’t anything anyone could do about it.

Mom told me that Abby wanted to retire. She was now nearing sixty and George, her husband was struggling health wise. He’d already had two heart attacks and heart surgeries and it was now beginning to take its toll on him.

While Mom was talking, I got an idea. I asked her if she thought it would be a good idea if Pita and Attiya moved to America and Pita worked as our maid there. Abby could retire and Attiya could go to school there.

Mom liked the idea so we decided that I’d broach Pita with the idea and take it from there. That night at dinner, I had Pita sit down and I brought the topic up. At first, Pita wasn’t too keen on the idea but everyone else thought it was a great idea.

I told Pita that when Attiya started high school, she could attend the Baltimore School for the Performing Arts. It’s a high school that also has a curriculum of music, acting and subjects related to the performing arts. This way, Attiya could get a start on her continuing education in music.

After discussing the subject, Pita, although apprehensive about the thought of leaving India, soon agreed that it would be an opportunity of a lifetime for Attiya. After the discussion, it was agreed that I’d start the ball rolling on getting Pita a work permit to make things happen.

Little did I know then that the next twelve months would be life changing — for all of us.