Even the bathrooms are carpeted here.
When you get your jacket off and push down your snow pants, it feels a little bit ridiculous how little pee leaves you. It’s silly you worried about this much of all things — embarrassing actually. Clumsily walking up to mama where she is refilling your drink bottle from a sink, you wonder if she knows you made a fuss out of nothing.
“All done?” she asks, her voice not betraying anything.
You silently nod to which mama gives you slightly sad smile. She takes your hand as you head back out. If anyone asks, it’s to prevent slips, but it’s a nice gesture all the same.