Sally pointed at the floor beneath her feet.
Pulling another Pull-Up out of the bag of 24, Sally walked over and sat on the bed, holding it out for her daughter to step in. As Jordan complied, Sally couldn’t help notice the odd juxtaposition this situation created: a baby garment combined side by side with the hair growth, blood streaked skin, and breast-buds of early womanhood clearly on display before her.
For Jordan, it wasn’t just odd, it was humiliating on the basest of levels. Today had been perhaps the worst day of her life. Bleeding and smelly she had awoken in bed, only then to have her privates probed by a doctor before shopping for diapers for herself after which having her mom dress her in one before bed!
How can this POSSIBLY get any worse? the teenage girl couldn’t help but think.