Mom, I'm Here.pdf

As the afternoon sun glinted through the windows, a young boy named Timmy found himself in an odd predicament. Somehow, someway, he had managed to shrink down to the size of one of his toy cars!

Dizzy and disoriented, Timmy clambered to his feet, his tiny hands and feet pattering against the hardwood floor. He looked around with wide, frightened eyes. The once familiar room now loomed above him like a daunting jungle.

Suddenly, a clicking sound echoed through the front door as it swung open. It was Timmy's mother, home from work! Usually the boy would come running to greet her with a big hug. But not now. Not in his miniscule state.

"Don't step on me!" Timmy cried out in alarm. But his voice was so small, it barely registered above a whisper.

His mother strode into the living room, focused on hunting down her wandering son. "Where are you, Timmy?" she called. Her movements were slow and deliberate in her high heels.

Timmy's blood ran cold as one stiletto heel hovered mere inches from his tiny body. If she took one wrong step, it could mean disaster!

Acting on pure panic, the boy army-crawled behind a nearby Lego brick, holding his breath. He peeked around just in time to see his mother accidentally grind a toy truck under her heel with a sickening crunch.

"Ouch!" She yelped in surprise and pain. Realizing she had stepped on something, Timmy's mom gathered the toy up and examined it curiously. "How strange..." she muttered to herself. "Oh well, the washing machine will fix this right up!"

With a sigh, she tossed the mangled truck in her purse. Timmy watched in terror, realizing just how close he'd come to discovery - and doom!

Keeping as silent as possible, he began to inch his way towards cover, desperate to escape any more near misses. This was no game for a tiny, defenseless boy! Timmy could only pray that somehow, he would find a way to reverse this shrinking mishap before his mother noticed her little son was missing altogether.