Days pass as your mother continues the trend of feeding you more of the nasty medicine trying hard to cure your condition. Spoonful after spoonful of the bitter salty liquid ceases to make much headway in growing you any larger. This seems to make your mother more and more desperate, her patience seeming to grow thinner and thinner by the day as she feeds you more and more of the medicine. The dosage also increases, and little headway is made in fixing your situation, leaving you just barely 3 inches tall or roughly 7.6cm around the one month mark of your treatment.
Drinking down this putrid medicine gets no easier, almost made worse as time goes on. Although things seem to be headed in a whole other direction as your mother sees an ad on TV while she watches and feeds you at the same time.
It seems that you're not the only one afflicted by a curse like this, watching out of the corner of your eyes as your mother continues to have you slurp at the nasty liquid from the spoon. There seems to be a facility where treatment for this rare curse takes place, tons of patient and caring staff there a round the clock aiding in special ways to help get rid of this nasty curse. It seems quite sketchy though as they never quite seem to list or talk about their methods, only that they are full proof and yield results rather quickly as opposed to other methods.
Having had enough of this and wanting nothing more than to help you, your mother concludes that she will take you down to the facility first thing in the morning, ready to help you out as best she can.
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