This time, she thinks, she will keep on, like the picture she retains in her mobile phone: He's 4, she's 7, her very long skinny arm popping out of her pinafore, achieving down to wrap up his little fingers, every thing about him so small apart from his eyes. She's 7, he's 4, and her eyes are sleepy-happy: Look what I have, seem at my brother in his minimal white fit. Some of us are pretty shy and withdrawn some are quite brazen and arrogant.