It all started with Little Tim going to the nearby beach with his mama bright early morning and came back terribly sun burnt. He cried and cried till he peed and pooped in his dipers. He was too young for the pants that granny had given for his 3rd birthday , his mother said. After all the crying , he felt sleepy and gently crawled into his mother arms to rest. There he stayed till the evening came and didn’t even heard his sister coming home from school. He would usually have his snacks later but he was too hungry from running around the beach so he asked for snacks from his sister who was babysitting him.
While he was chewing the soft biscuits with his baby tooth , papa came back from work with the big suitcase full of papers. He played with papa the aeroplane game awhile before taking nap once more. When he was up , it was close to sleeping time for papa and mama but Little Tim was up and energetic as ever. So his mama gave him the seashell he had picked up , he couldn’t rememeber picking it up at all , to play with. So he played with the seashell and papa showed him how to maky funny noises with it. But he couldn’t blow hard enough for any sounds at all. After a while , he got bored so he went to sleep on his toy story bed.
When he woke up again , feeling the watery legs and bed sheets , he saw something that made him unable to go to bed again. There was light , faint but glowing , light at the tip of the seashell on the floor. He slipped out of the bed and tip-toed towards the seashell for a closer look. Sure enough , there was indeed light at the tip where you blow to make beautiful sound. He squatted down and touched the seashell before retracting his fingers. Only when he knew it wasn’t trying to eat him , he picked up the seashell and stared into the light. It was a faint red light like what his mama lips looks like when they go out to grandma and grandpa.
He touched the light with his fingers and saw his fingers had light as well. He dropped the seashell as he became frightened of it. He shook his hands to make the light go away but it still remained and even spread into his other fingers. Feeling more frightened , Little Tim ran towards his parent’s bedroom and pushed the door open. He then quickly climbed on the bed and crawled between his parents and started crying. His mama and papa woke up and hug him for while before asking him if he was wetting the bed as the previous night. He couldn’t stop crying but he showed him his fingers which were still smeared with the light.
His mama saw the light and looked at papa. His papa became very quiet. Little Tim slept in their arms still in his wet pajamas.