"Mommy, there's a weird creature in the bathroom."
"What?" replied his mother.
Diane was a 30-something, blonde, stay-at-home, divorced mom of three. She was harassed and overworked; her feet were killing her and her head ached as she lent over the counter, scrubbing at dishes.
Michael, or Mikey as he was affectionately known, was a 10 year old with too many questions. She was often irritated by him, but did her very best to be patient and answer his questions.
"Ya Mommy. Come see!" he replied, grabbing her elbow and plaintively tugging it.
"Not now. Mommy is cleaning; we can see it when I'm done."
"But mom!" he cried out, giving her an innocent, wide-eyed look.
She sighed. "Alright, hold on."
She took off her rubber gloves and dried off her hands, walking after the boy as he ran down the hall. When she found him, he was standing in the open doorway to the bathroom, looking inside curiously. Inside, she could hear weeping. Approaching him, she put her hands on his shoulders, looking into the room.
In the large bathtub, about 5 feet deep, a man was curled up in a corner as though hoping not to be seen. He was frightened, and looked very out of place in the deep basin.
"Silly boy." she smiled, patting the withers of his horse-like hindquarters. "It's just a human. He must have snuck in when it rained outside."
"What?" replied his mother.
Diane was a 30-something, blonde, stay-at-home, divorced mom of three. She was harassed and overworked; her feet were killing her and her head ached as she lent over the counter, scrubbing at dishes.
Michael, or Mikey as he was affectionately known, was a 10 year old with too many questions. She was often irritated by him, but did her very best to be patient and answer his questions.
"Ya Mommy. Come see!" he replied, grabbing her elbow and plaintively tugging it.
"Not now. Mommy is cleaning; we can see it when I'm done."
"But mom!" he cried out, giving her an innocent, wide-eyed look.
She sighed. "Alright, hold on."
She took off her rubber gloves and dried off her hands, walking after the boy as he ran down the hall. When she found him, he was standing in the open doorway to the bathroom, looking inside curiously. Inside, she could hear weeping. Approaching him, she put her hands on his shoulders, looking into the room.
In the large bathtub, about 5 feet deep, a man was curled up in a corner as though hoping not to be seen. He was frightened, and looked very out of place in the deep basin.
"Silly boy." she smiled, patting the withers of his horse-like hindquarters. "It's just a human. He must have snuck in when it rained outside."
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