I looked back at Mom, but she wasn’t there. Apparently she hadn’t left the bathroom after all. Seizing the moment, I unfolded the paper and read what the girl had scribbled onto the paper. I had to read it four times before it dawned on me, that it was a website address…
The door behind me opened again and fearing that it was Mom, I quickly wadded up the paper and stuffed it into my pants pocket. I then promptly forgot all about that dang note, because of what happened next.
It wasn’t Mom coming out, it was some oriental lady with five, count them, five girls of about six or seven years of age. What was remarkable about them was the fact that, all five of the girls looked exactly the same; from their long jet-black hair, slanted eyes and yellowish-pink skin, to their identical outfits of red shirts with snow white skirts. Now, I’ve seen twins and even triplets, but never have I seen… uh… what do you call five identical people? One thing is for sure, I hadn’t seen them in the bathroom, so I don’t know where they came from.
As the woman with her five indistinguishable daughters passed me, the last one turned her head and locked her eyes on me. I guess instinct took over, because without thinking about it, I smiled at her, but she didn’t return my smile. Instead, she asked in a very clear and extremely loud voice, “Momma, why is that boy wearing a diaper?”