“You ok Jordan?” she asked, knocking on the door. Glancing into Jordan’s bedroom, she could both see and smell the damage.
Third night in a row. That mattress is going to be ruined pretty soon, she thought to herself.
No answer.
“Jordan are you ok honey? I’m coming in.” she knocked again and turned the handle. The door began to open. Peering in she saw her daughter sitting on the white tile floor in a white night shirt tinged yellow, face blotched red, and sobbing.
“Oh Jordie…” Sally was in an awkward spot because the baby Jen had been on edge all week and she knew if she set her down, there would be screaming and drama. She decided to take the risk and just took the baby in with her. Silently moving to the far wall of the bathroom, she sat down on the floor next to her beautiful and slender girl, with the two year old on her opposite hip, none-the-wiser of the smells.
“Jordie I’m sorry this happened again. It’s just temporary I’m sure. And we will not tolerate any kind of teasing or that behavior in this house. I promise.”