Rachel sighed when she felt that her diaper was wet. Sure, this is what she woke up to almost every morning, but that was just like what many artists say about sunsets: although they all seem the same at first, each one feels different.
Rachel shook her head a little to further wake herself up, and jumped onto her feet, quickly waddling over to the personal diaper pail in her room. She slid down the garment, then wiped every required area and threw the diaper and wipe into the pail. She then put on her clothes and went to the bathroom to wash her hands.
Then she returned to her room to take inventory of her diapers (which her parents made her do at least once a week.) Rachel had been wetting the bed all her life, and was wearing Pull-Ups to bed until she was seven, she had been wearing Goodnites since then (they were just barely big enough for her, she may have to switch to Depend sometime this year.) Her current package had four more Goodnites left in it, but she had a whopping five more packages remaining. As well as three tubs of wipes. So without a doubt, she didn't have to worry about running out.
This was ordinary life for Rachel, but she had to admit it still depressed her some. Then again, there isn't a single life that went without stress, so she got over it relatively easily.
Copyright 2000 - 2024 21 x 20 Media All rights reserved. This site is property of 21 x 20 Media
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.13 seconds at 8:04am on Dec 23, 2024 via server WEBX1.
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
