Sodapop was your father, your mother had left the frame. You were only little and didn't know any better than to want attention from your father. Since you were so young, you had accidents more often than not because he hadn't quite potty trained you.

One night, while soda was sleeping, you wet the bed. You tried to clean it but it wouldn't come up. You were sobbing hard because you didn't want soda or darry to be mad at you. You finally decided it was time to get some help with the situation and walked with your head hung low and tears flowing steadily, you stood in front of his door and prepared yourself to wake him up from his sleep.