I don’t remember when I stopped crying and I didn’t mind at all that she was bathing me as if I were a small child. Once that bath was over she had me step out of the tub so that she could dry me off.
“Now don’t you feel so much better?” she asked while drying my hair.
“I’m sorry I’ve been so much trouble for you.” I apologized with this pathetic sounding whimper.
She stopped drying me and held onto both of my hands so that I was forced to look her right in the eyes.
“Now listen to me.” She said gently tugging on my arms.
“You’ve been no trouble at all. Nothing that has happened was your fault and besides.” She smiled coyly, “Mothering little boys is what I do best.” She then leaned in and kissed my right cheek just below my eye.
