"That came from Matt's room," Heather Jones thought as she made her way up the stairs and crossed the landing to his room. Just as she reached the door she hesitated, her hand hovering inches above the handle.
Her mind flashed back to the previous evening, where they had suffered through a lengthy argument. Matt had become frustrated with his current height of 4' 5", well below the average for his age, and had started working out to try and improve his height by building his muscles, even if just a little. While it had toned his body quite well it hadn't resulted in any gain in his height. His frustration had boiled over the previous night where Heather had tried to calm him down but simply stoked his anger and they ended up going to bed angry and frustrated.
Heather closed her eyes, took a deep breath to clear her mind, and let her face relax into a warm smile as she opened the door and walked in, seeing Matt climbing to his feet from the floor. He glanced up as his mother walked in but otherwise avoided her gaze and let himself drop onto the edge of his mattress, wringing his hands in his lap. He was wearing nothing but his pyjama shorts and his head was bowed as he stared at his hands, his face blushing slightly. Heather recognised his guilt and sighed as she crossed the room and gently sat down next to him, resting her hand on his bare shoulder. Her son flinched at the contact but let her hand remain.
"Fell out of bed," he muttered, still avoiding his mother's eyes as he spoke. "I...didn't sleep well."
"I didn't either, Matty," Heather answered quietly, squeezing his shoulder. "I hate it when we fight."
Matt's eyes briefly flicked to the side to watch his mother before returning to his navel, his face blushing a little darker.
"Me too." The young teen heaved a sigh. "I...I'm sorry for what I said. I didn't mean any of it. I just...I hate being so small!"
His hands clenched into fists in his lap as his anger flared up again, though not directed at his mother.
"I just want to be a little bit bigger, that's all. A few inches. I don't to be a midget my whole life!"
Heather recognised where this conversation was leading from the previous night and racked her brain for a response that wouldn't set him off again, avoiding anything that implied he should calm down. She took a deep breath and said....
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