Mom wanted to poop

As the mother's body continued to relax, a subtle shift in her posture became apparent. Her weight, previously evenly distributed on both feet, began to transfer onto her right leg, causing her left leg to bend slightly at the knee. This movement, almost imperceptible, was accompanied by a faint, involuntary clenching of her abdominal muscles. A gentle, rumbling sensation began to build in her lower intestines, signaling an impending bowel movement.

Ms. Thompson's gaze, still fixed on the mother's face, seemed to bore into her very soul, as if sensing the subtle changes taking place within her body.

As the gentle, rumbling sensation continued to build in her lower intestines, the mother's eyes, still fixed on Ms. Thompson's face, seemed to flicker with a mixture of discomfort and resignation. Ms. Thompson's gaze, sensing the subtle changes taking place within the mother's body, remained steadfast, her expression unyielding.

Without a word, the mother slowly turned away from Ms. Thompson, her movements deliberate and calculated, as if she was being drawn by an unseen ****. Her feet, seemingly moving of their own accord, carried her towards the bathroom, the soft creak of the floorboards beneath her feet the only sound breaking the silence.