home alone

"Your 'tummy' hurts?" asked mom sarcasticly. "First you wet your bed now your 'tummy' hurts?"

I hung my head in shame.

"Fine stay home. Maybe you can play with your dollies."

Mom left me humiliated and hurt and went to work.

I spent most of the day napping and watching TV.

Rebecca had JV soccer practice after school, and mom brought her home after work.

I was in my room and mom came in holding a bag. She looked at me sitting in bed reading a magazine.

"Any more accidents?" she asked.

"No, ma'am," I said meekly.

"Does your 'tummy' still hurt?"

"No, ma'am," I said blushing.

Mom walked over the bed and dumbed the bag's contents out. I was horrified. There was a bag of diapers for old people and two boxes of enemas. I looked up in shock at mom.