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MidReal Story
The Benefits of Being an Only Child
Scenario:nick un jeune homme fait la rencontre de tim un petit garcon de 3ans qui lui demande de jouer avec lui nivck joue avec lui pui la mere de tim olivia invite nick chez elle
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Nick Bennett
He is a young man working as a handyman for Mrs. Bennett and Mr. Bennett. He is resourceful, friendly, and introspective. Nick frequently visits the Bennetts' house and forms a bond with Tim, the threeyearold son of Olivia and Nick's employer. He often plays with Tim and enjoys his company. Recently, he has been struggling with his feelings towards Olivia, who he finds attractive but cannot pursue due to their professional boundary.
Mr. Bennett
He was a local bookstore owner who passed away leaving behind his wife, Olivia, and son Tim. He was supportive, kindhearted, and generous. Before his death, Mr. Bennett employed Nick as a handyman to help with household repairs. Although he is no longer present physically, his relationship with Nick through Tim continues, fostering a sense of family and community.
Mrs. Bennett
She is the widow of Mr. Bennett and mother to Tim. She is supportive, discreet, and nurturing. After her husband's death, she continues to manage the household with the help of Nick and maintains a close relationship with him by ensuring Tim stays company. Her interactions with Nick are brief but show her appreciation for his presence in their lives, which reflects her warmth and generosity.
"Nick! Play with me!"
Tim ran to me the second I stepped out of my car.
I had just pulled up to the Bennett’s house for my weekly visit.
"Hey buddy," I said, scooping him up in my arms.
He was three years old and the son of the woman I worked for.
Well, technically, it was her husband who hired me, but he had passed away a year ago, and I still worked for his widow, Mrs. Bennett.
I liked to think I was a good part of their lives now, but I couldn’t be sure.
"Want to play ball?" Tim asked.
I set him down and he ran off toward the backyard.
I followed him and smiled when I saw all of the toys lying around.
This was one of my favorite parts of the week.
I got to come here and play with Tim.
It reminded me of when I was little and got to spend time with my grandfather.
After he died, my life changed for the worse, but that was a story for another time.
"Throw it to me! Throw it to me!"
Tim jumped up, his eyes on the ball in my hand.
I tossed it and he caught it easily.
He beamed with pride and ran over to me again.
"Your turn," he said as he dropped the ball at my feet.
I picked it up and threw it as hard as I could.
Tim ran after it, his little legs moving quickly.
I watched as he chased after it, the ball going over his head and landing behind a cluster of rosebushes.
Tim followed after it, disappearing from my view.
I turned away and wiped the sweat from my forehead.
The summer heat was beating down on me and I could feel the sweat running down my neck.
I was about to call out to Tim when I heard a voice behind me.
"Nick?"
I turned around and saw Olivia standing on the porch.
She was wearing a light blue sundress and her hair was pulled back into a ponytail.
She was holding a pitcher of lemonade in one hand and shielding her eyes from the sun with the other.
"Come on in," she said, waving me over.
"I made some lemonade."
I looked back at Tim, who had just retrieved the ball and was now trying to carry it back to me.
He stumbled a few times, but he refused to give up. "Come on in, Nick. Tim could use a break too," Olivia called out again.
I walked over to Tim and picked up the ball for him.
"Let’s go get some lemonade," I said.
Tim nodded and we walked towards the porch together.
My hands were shaking slightly as I set the ball down on the ground.
Tim ran ahead of me up the porch steps, his small feet thundering against the wooden boards.
I followed behind him, steadying myself on the railing.
I could see Olivia through the screen door, pouring three glasses of lemonade at the kitchen counter.
The ice cubes clinked against the glass as she set them on a tray.
My throat felt dry and I couldn’t wait to take a sip.
I opened the screen door and stepped inside.
The cool air enveloped me and I took a deep breath, feeling the sweat on my skin start to evaporate.
The scent of lemon-scented cleaner mixed with the sweetness of the lemonade filled my nose and I smiled.
Tim tugged on my pants leg and pointed to his favorite spot at the kitchen table.
"Let’s go see my cars," he said, tugging me down the hallway.
I followed him as he ran to his mother’s bedroom.
He stopped at the door and looked up at me with a mischievous grin.
"Come on," he said, pulling me into the room.
I hesitated at the doorway, feeling like I was intruding on Olivia’s private space.
But Tim seemed so excited, and I didn’t want to disappoint him.
The room was dimly lit, with only a sliver of sunlight peeking through the lace curtains.
Olivia’s bed was neatly made, with a few decorative pillows arranged against the headboard.
Her vanity mirror sat atop a dresser in the corner, surrounded by bottles of perfume and makeup.
Tim ran over to the bed and climbed up onto it, his small feet sinking into the plush carpet.
He began to arrange his toy cars in a line, making "vroom" noises as they moved along the mattress. I sat down on the edge of the bed and watched as Tim played with his cars.
The sound of his laughter filled the room and I couldn’t help but smile.
After a few minutes, Tim jumped down from the bed and ran over to me.
He grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the door.
"Come on," he said, leading me back out into the hallway.
As we walked back towards the kitchen, I could hear Olivia humming a tune as she washed dishes at the sink.
The sound of running water filled the room and I felt myself becoming drowsy.
Tim let go of my hand and ran over to his mother, hugging her leg tightly.
Olivia smiled down at him and ruffled his hair before turning her attention back to me.
"Would you like some more lemonade?" she asked, holding up a glass for me. "Yes please," I replied, taking a sip from the glass she handed me.
As I drank, I noticed that Olivia was holding something behind her back.
She smiled mischievously at me and then revealed a strange-looking glass bottle in her hand.
"What’s that?" I asked curiously as she walked towards me with it in her hand.
"Oh this?"
She waved it in front of my face and I could smell something sweet coming from it.
"It’s just some new aromatherapy blend that I found. Would you like to try it?"
I hesitated for a moment before nodding my head yes.
"Great," Olivia said, handing me the bottle.
As I took it, she leaned in closer and whispered, "It was actually your grandfather's favorite scent."
I froze, my heart skipping a beat as memories of him flooded back.
While Tim plays with his cars on the kitchen floor, I notice an ornate glass bottle sitting on the counter next to Olivia's collection of aromatherapy bottles.
The bottle catches my eye because it is unlike any other bottle in her collection.
It is taller and thinner than the others, with intricate etchings along the sides.
The liquid inside is a deep purple color, and it seems to be swirling around inside the bottle as if it were alive.
I reach over and pick up the bottle, examining it more closely.
As I turn the bottle around in my hands, I notice that there is a small inscription on the side.
It reads, "For the one who needs to remember."
I wonder what that could possibly mean.
Tim tugs on my leg, pulling me out of my thoughts.
"Nick, come play with me," he says, pointing to his cars on the floor. I smile and set the bottle back down on the counter.
I bend down to join Tim on the floor when I feel something shift in my hand.
I look down and see that I am still holding onto the purple bottle.
I try to set it down, but before I can, it slips from my fingers and crashes onto the tile floor.
The sound of breaking glass fills the room as shards scatter everywhere.
A purple mist rises up from the broken pieces and envelops me in its cloud.
My vision blurs and everything around me starts spinning wildly.
I stumble backwards, trying to regain my balance but failing miserably.
Suddenly, I feel myself shrinking rapidly until I am no bigger than Tim!
Tim looks at me with wide eyes, and I realize he can see me for who I truly am.
Disoriented from the transformation, I stumble backward, my now-tiny hands grasping the kitchen counter for balance.
The room seems gigantic around me - the refrigerator towers like a skyscraper and the kitchen table looms overhead like a massive canopy.
Tim's familiar face is now at eye level with mine, and his smile beams at me with pure joy.
My clothes hang loose and baggy on my diminished frame, and I can't help but laugh at how ridiculous I must look.
When Tim extends the toy car - a red Ferrari that previously fit in the palm of my hand but now reaches my chest - I hesitate for a moment before accepting it.
We sit cross-legged on the kitchen floor, rolling the cars back and forth between us.
The toy vehicles feel massive in my shrunken hands, and I marvel at how different everything seems from this new perspective.
As we play, the sound of footsteps echoes from upstairs, growing louder with each passing moment.
Olivia descends the stairs, her presence commanding attention.
She is dressed in a fitted black dress that I have never seen before - it falls just above her knees and accentuates her slender figure.
Her hair is styled differently, framing her face with a sophisticated elegance.
As she enters the kitchen, she freezes mid-step when she spots me in my child-sized form.
Her eyes widen in shock and confusion, taking in the sight of me sitting on the floor with Tim.
"Tim, what are you doing?"
Olivia asks, her voice tinged with concern as she rushes over to us. Tim excitedly holds up the toy car for his mother to see.
"Mommy, Nick can fit in my play tunnel now," he exclaims, his eyes shining with excitement as he points to the colorful plastic tunnel nearby.
I clutch the Ferrari toy tighter, my face burning with embarrassment at being caught in this state.
Olivia recovers from her initial shock and kneels down next to us on the kitchen floor.
She picks up a napkin from the table and, without warning, starts wiping at my face.
I try to protest, but my voice comes out higher-pitched than normal.
I squirm away from her touch, feeling both confused and embarrassed by this sudden change in our dynamic.
Olivia gently pulls me onto her lap, adjusting the oversized shirt I'm wearing like a makeshift blanket.
As I try to stand up, she holds me firmly in place with one hand while continuing to wipe my face with the other.
"Quiet time," she says softly, her voice filled with a soothing calmness that I have never heard before.
Tim crawls up next to us, a wide grin spreading across his face as he watches his mother tend to me.
I shift uncomfortably on Olivia's lap as she begins humming a lullaby - the same one she sings to Tim every night before bed.
"Olivia," I manage to squeak out, "what's happening to me?"
She pauses, her hand stilling on my cheek, and whispers, "Nick, this isn't just a game; the bottle was meant for you."
Tim looks between us, his eyes wide with curiosity, and asks, "Does that mean Nick's magic now?"
I squirm in Olivia's lap as she continues humming, her fingers stroking my hair just like she does with Tim.
The familiar melody of the lullaby washes over me, and fragments of memories start to resurface - sitting in this same kitchen years ago, much younger than I am now, while she sang this very song to me.
My head pounds as images flash before my eyes: Mr. Bennett's stern face, Olivia crying, documents being signed.
Tim leans against us, playing with my now-small hand as if it were a toy.
I try to stand up again, but my child-sized legs wobble beneath me.
"Your father never wanted you to know," Olivia whispers, her voice cracking with emotion.
"But now that you're back like this, we have a chance to make things right," she continues, her eyes filled with determination.
Tim's brow furrows as he asks, "Make what right, Mommy?"
Olivia takes a deep breath, glancing at me before answering, "The life that was taken from you, Nick."
I stare at her in disbelief, my tiny hands shaking as I touch my face.
The soft skin feels foreign beneath my fingertips.
Tim grabs my arm, excitedly holding up his favorite stuffed bear for me to see.
I barely register the bear, my mind still reeling from Olivia's words.
"You're my little boy," she whispers, her voice trembling as tears fill her eyes.
"Your father took you away when you were Tim's age. He changed your name, made you forget."
The room spins around me as more memories surface - this kitchen, Olivia's face younger but just as kind, the same lullaby playing softly in the background.
Tim tugs on the oversized shirt I'm wearing, asking if I want to share his teddy bear with him.
I sit frozen as Olivia stands up and walks out of the kitchen.
She returns with a few pieces of clothing in her hands, which she places on the floor next to me.
I look down at the clothes - a blue t-shirt with cartoon trucks and a pair of elastic-waist shorts.
My oversized clothes pool around my feet, making it hard to move.
Olivia kneels down next to me, gently lifting the hem of my work shirt.
I try to back away, but my legs tangle in the fabric.
Tim bounces excitedly next to us, saying, "I can show you how to put on your clothes now!"
Olivia smiles at him before focusing her attention back on me.
She carefully pulls my work shirt over my head, exposing my bare chest underneath.
I try to protest, but all that comes out is a weak whimper.
My child-sized limbs feel uncoordinated as I try to cover myself with my hands. Tim watches with wide eyes as Olivia picks up the blue t-shirt and guides it over my head.
The soft cotton feels foreign against my skin as she helps me put my arms through the sleeves.
I look up at Olivia, my voice barely a whisper, "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"
She sighs, brushing a stray hair from my forehead, "I wanted to protect you, but now it's time for the truth."
Tim clutches his teddy bear and asks, "Does this mean Nick can stay with us forever?"
I sit cross-legged on the floor, my new children's clothes feeling tight against my skin.
Tim arranges his toy cars in a circle around us, then hands me the red Ferrari again.
"Here, brother," he says with a wide smile.
My small fingers grip the toy car awkwardly as I try to remember how to hold it.
Memories of playing here years ago start to come back to me - the feel of the toy cars, the sound of Tim's laughter.
I try to make engine noises like Tim does, but they come out all wrong.
Tim shakes his head and corrects me, "No, brother. You have to do it like this."
He demonstrates again, making proper engine sounds as he moves his car around the circle.
I watch him intently and try again.
This time, I get it right and Tim cheers me on.
He crashes his blue Corvette into my Ferrari, making a loud "Boom!" sound effect.
I giggle at the noise and Tim smiles at me.
Olivia watches us with a soft smile, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.
"See, you're already fitting right back in," she says gently, her voice filled with warmth.
Tim looks up at her and asks, "Does this mean we can all be a family again?"
Tim tugs on my arm, pulling me toward the bathroom.
Olivia is already there, turning on the warm water in the tub.
I try to protest, but my voice comes out in a high-pitched squeak that even I don't recognize.
My child-sized limbs feel uncoordinated as Olivia lifts me onto the counter.
She starts unbuttoning the shirt I'm wearing, which is one of Tim's hand-me-downs.
I try crossing my arms over my chest to stop her, but she gently moves them aside.
Tim stands next to the tub, dumping his plastic boats into the rising water and making splash sounds.
The bathroom mirror shows my reflection - a small boy with wide eyes and messy hair.
I look away, feeling embarrassed by my new appearance.
Olivia helps me into the tub, and I sit down in the warm water.
She picks up a washcloth and starts to clean me.
I try to cover myself with my hands, but she gently moves them away.
Tim giggles as he plays with his boats, splashing water everywhere.
Some of it spills onto the floor, but Olivia doesn't seem to mind.
She smiles at Tim's antics, then turns her attention back to me.
Her eyes are filled with sadness and hope as she looks at me.
I try to speak, but my voice is still high-pitched and unfamiliar.
I clear my throat and try again, "What's going to happen now?"
Olivia sighs, "We'll figure it out together. But for now, let's just focus on getting you cleaned up."
She picks up some shampoo and starts washing my hair.
The suds tickle my scalp and I try not to squirm.
Tim continues to play with his boats, making loud splash noises that echo off the bathroom walls. I look over at him and he grins at me, holding out one of his toy boats.
"Want to play?"
I nod shyly and he tosses the boat into the tub next to me.
I pick it up and start playing with it, making my own splash noises.
Olivia smiles at us, her eyes shining with tears.
"It's good to see you two playing together again," she says softly.
As she rinses the soap from my hair, I splash more water on Tim and he giggles loudly.
Olivia lifts me out of the tub and wraps a soft towel around my small body.
She leads me into the kitchen, where Tim is waiting eagerly, bouncing up and down on his heels.
I follow her, my bare feet padding softly on the cool floor.
In the kitchen, Olivia opens a cabinet and pulls out two mugs.
She sets them on the counter and then turns to heat up some milk on the stove.
Tim shows me his favorite mug, which has a cartoon character on it.
I nod politely and he smiles at me.
Olivia pours the hot chocolate into our mugs and hands one to me.
I take a sip cautiously, feeling the warmth spread through my small body.
"I have to go pee," I tell Olivia, who points me towards the bathroom.
I follow her, my small steps awkward on the cold tiles.
She opens the door and leads me inside, her hand gentle on my shoulder.
I stand in front of the toilet, feeling embarrassed by my tiny size.
Olivia helps me onto the seat, and I feel my face flush with embarrassment as she pulls down my pants.
My tiny legs dangle in the air and I try to cover myself with my hands.
Olivia turns away to give me some privacy, but stays close in case I need help.
I struggle to pee, trying to position myself just right on the oversized toilet seat.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, I manage to go.
Olivia helps me wipe and then pulls up my pants for me.
I wash my hands at the sink, feeling a little more confident now that I've managed to use the bathroom on my own.
Olivia wraps me back in the towel and leads me out of the bathroom. Tim is waiting for us in the kitchen, his eyes shining with excitement as he holds out our mugs of hot chocolate.
I take the mug from Tim, feeling the warmth seep into my hands, and for the first time in what feels like forever, I smile back at him.
Olivia leads us up the stairs to Tim's bedroom.
My small legs have to work twice as hard to make it up each step, and I grip the railing tightly with one hand while holding my mug of hot chocolate in the other.
Tim bounces ahead of us, his teddy bear clutched tightly in his arms.
"Come on, guys! Let's go to bed!"
I follow behind him, my oversized t-shirt slipping off one shoulder as I climb.
Olivia follows behind me, her footsteps light on the stairs.
When we reach Tim's bedroom, Olivia pulls back the covers on his bunk bed and motions for us to get in.
Tim climbs up first, patting the spot next to him for me to join him.
I stand hesitantly by the doorway, unsure of what to do next.
Olivia lifts me up into bed and tucks the blanket around both Tim and me.
"Olivia," I whisper, "why did this happen to me?"
She sits on the edge of the bed, her eyes softening.
"We're still trying to understand it all, but Dr. Harris thinks it might be reversible."
I lie in Tim's bunk bed, my small body nestled under the dinosaur-print blanket next to him.
The mattress is soft beneath me, and I can feel the weight of Tim's body against mine.
He points up at the ceiling, his eyes shining with excitement.
"Look, my glow-in-the-dark stars!"
I tilt my head back and look up at the ceiling, where small white dots glow in the dark.
They're shaped like stars and constellations, and I smile at how magical they look.
Olivia sits on the edge of the bed, her weight making the mattress dip slightly.
She smooths back my damp hair from my forehead, her touch gentle and familiar.
I close my eyes for a moment, remembering all the times she's tucked me into bed over the years.
"Goodnight, Olivia," I whisper, feeling a sense of comfort wash over me.
She leans down to give me a goodnight kiss, her lips brushing against my forehead.
I feel her tears drop onto my cheek as she presses her lips against my skin. "Goodnight, sweetheart," she whispers back, her voice trembling slightly.
Tim watches sleepily from beside me, his eyes half-closed as he snuggles deeper into the blankets.
Olivia pulls up the covers around us both and then turns to leave the room.
As she reaches the doorway, she pauses and looks back at us one last time.
