Stan walked away from the bedroom, utterly shocked. His mom was getting taller, younger, and now she didn't recognize him?
He leaned against the wall. Mom, the person who had stayed with him all 15 years of his life, didn't remember him.
He began to sink against the wall, eye's starting to feel moist as he soaked in what had happened.
What will I do now? Will she forget everything? Why did I ever pick up that stupid suitcase...
Stan began to cry, softly sobbing into his sleeve. He couldn't believe it...he couldn't...
No.
He would make her remember him, no matter what it took.
He ran back into her bedroom finding her huge figure lying mostly on the bed, with her gigantic legs and feet hanging off the side's.
"Mom..." he asked
She opened her huge brown eyes, looking up at him with her beautifully youthful face.
She looked confused for second "Stan?" she asked in a tired but powerful voice.
She saw the tears streaming down her son's face. "What's wrong sweetie?" She sat up slightly, gently putting a huge hand on her son's distraught face.
Stan stared into her familiar concerned gaze, and smiled slightly. "Thank you mom..." he whispered, as he reached out for a hug. His mother lovingly obliged him, pulling him into her huge, warm embrace. "It's alright honey..." she cooed as she held him on her bosom. They stayed like that for a minute or too.
Stan stood back up, a relieved smile on his face. His mother smiled too. "Now can you tell me what-" she let out a sudden moan, and began to tremble. Stan instinctively held onto her, feeling her body expand once more...