We 'military kids' are raised differently. Being a daughter of a fauji, I have experienced and concluded that our upbringing is wierd. I am not saying it's inappropriate but it's ...it's just WIERD. And I am writing about this today because something funny happened. ******* It was almost six in the evening when my mom returned from Sunday Market which is actually a weekly vegetable and fruit market in a nearby field. As soon as we heard her footsteps on our porch, we all jolted and ran to the door to welcome her. We all are in mid 20s but we still run to mom or dad when they return from market, like toddlers do. Now before we could have the bags from her hands, she said "Aren't you guys alive! Kids have plucked all the flowers! Were you all sleeping!? Go and look what they have done...." Baffled, I went outside and found that someone had plucked a flower or two from our mini garden, and had spread the petals on the front road like you sprinkle choppe...