Reflection
Tiny Way Of Life
chapter 7
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"Daddy! Help!" Your sons frantic cries seem garbled by something.
"Jet, where are you?" you screamed out.
"I don't know. It feels all squishy. I'm scared." You have been in similar situations, but you've always managed to stay relatively okay. After all, your sister, Tulip was a terror to you. She may have grown into a relatively good young adult, but as a kid she terrified you. You've experienced worse, but your son barely had time to get accustomed to living small before his first stomach experience. He may grow into a brave man, but you need to help him now.
"Don't worry, Jet, I'm coming to get you." You crawled toward his screams and you eventually hear him underneath a half-digested pizza. You pick him up and hold him for reassurance. He kept crying, but he stopped yelling nonsense.
"Daddy, what's going on in there?" Your daughter calls out staring at her tummy. She wasn't like your sister that just wanted you hurt, she was just curious. Though this time, curiosity didn't kill the cat, but it did endanger the mouse.
"Don't worry Tul- I mean Jenny. Your brother's fine." To your son you say, "Now son, follow me!" You yell up to Jenny. "Jenny. go over to the sink! Hold your head over it and reach down your throat until you feel like throwing up." Your daughter does what "daddy-doll" says and soon your plan is in action. The stomach bubble around you and then it happens.
"Jet, where are you?" you screamed out.
"I don't know. It feels all squishy. I'm scared." You have been in similar situations, but you've always managed to stay relatively okay. After all, your sister, Tulip was a terror to you. She may have grown into a relatively good young adult, but as a kid she terrified you. You've experienced worse, but your son barely had time to get accustomed to living small before his first stomach experience. He may grow into a brave man, but you need to help him now.
"Don't worry, Jet, I'm coming to get you." You crawled toward his screams and you eventually hear him underneath a half-digested pizza. You pick him up and hold him for reassurance. He kept crying, but he stopped yelling nonsense.
"Daddy, what's going on in there?" Your daughter calls out staring at her tummy. She wasn't like your sister that just wanted you hurt, she was just curious. Though this time, curiosity didn't kill the cat, but it did endanger the mouse.
"Don't worry Tul- I mean Jenny. Your brother's fine." To your son you say, "Now son, follow me!" You yell up to Jenny. "Jenny. go over to the sink! Hold your head over it and reach down your throat until you feel like throwing up." Your daughter does what "daddy-doll" says and soon your plan is in action. The stomach bubble around you and then it happens.
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