She feels her diaper and finds it dry. She inhaled, stretching herself more in hopes it would wake her up. She scratched her back a little bit and looked at the clock by her bed.
7:00 AM. Way too early in her opinion. She went to her bathroom, brushed her teeth and her hair, scavenged a bra from her room and went downstairs. In the kitchen sat her dad, all dressed in a business suit at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee. Her mom was fixing a pot of grits by the stove, wearing an apron, a button up woman's shirt and a diaper. In fact, both of them were wearing diapers.
Violet never much cared for grits. Never much minded them for their lack of flavor, so she went to her kitchen cabinet and grabbed a box of Frosted Flakes and some milk from the fridge.
She fixed herself a bowl and set herself beside her dad. She must still look like she just woke up despite the hair brushing.
Her dad gave her a stern glance. "The bus should leave in 30 minutes. Shouldn't you be getting ready?"
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