"Yes, not bad at all, mom. Not bad at all." I reaffirmed what she said, which made her beam with joy, showing that she really cared about my personal opinion. "But could you get up first, because no matter what you say or do, I don't think I can take it seriously coming from a woman who's bathing in her own piss." I looked down at my mother, who was sitting on the transparent fluid below, and shook my head in dismay.
"Kafi!" She shouted in embarrassment with a flushed look on her face. "This puddle below me isn't made of pee! It's actually my-..."
She suddenly stopped talking after realising what she was going to say.
"My what? What is made off?" My lips curled up as I looked down at her hesitating figure. "If you don't say anything and stay quiet like that, I'm just going to assume that my own mother pissed herself in front of her son...If you don't want that to happen, tell me what liquid you squirted out of your body."
