Ricky's Tiny Victories

"I don't like being tiny! I want to be normal again!" Ricky was in a rage and stomped around his sister's room, "I hate you both, I hate this house and I hate the fucking world!" The bedroom door was flung open as his mother entered the room. She grabbed him by the arm and dragged him into her bedroom.

Ricky's mom was a tall woman with long blonde hair that reached down to her waist. She had bright blue eyes and a tan face. Her lips were painted red and her eyebrows were plucked thin. She wore a silver waist chain, dangling from it was a faded looking heart shaped locket. It had a clasp but it only opened half way.

She held Ricky up to her face and spoke sternly, "You are not leaving this house! Do you understand me?"

Ricky looked at her, his eyes red from crying, "How can you do this!?" He meant more than just his little incident today but all of it, "How could you treat me like this!? Why did you have to have another kid? Why couldn't it just be me?"

"What is wrong with you? We aren't bad parents!" She let out an exasperated sigh and sat down on the bed. She let go of Ricky, who floated back down to the floor where he stood. "Why are you doing this to us? You're my little baby boy." She said, her voice breaking slightly.

"That's what I am isn't? A baby boy." Ricky answered coldly.

His mother shook her head slowly and looked down at the floor, "Is that what she told you?" She asked quietly.

"Who? Kelsey?" He spat out the name of his older sister like poison.

"No one told you anything." His mom answered sadly as tears began rolling down her cheeks, "It's true though." She sobbed, "You're still my little baby boy..." She wiped away tears with the back of her hand.

Ricky covered his face with both hands and fell to his knees on the floor beside her bed. He began to cry loudly as he wept uncontrollably onto the carpeted floor while she sat there next to him holding him close.