After a few days, as we’re having dinner,

"What's wrong? You almost didn't touch your food." Jack says.

"It's embarrassing… My stomach hurts…”

“Is it indigestion? Want me to get some medicine for you?”

“No, it’s fine, it’s just that… Hmm… I haven't been to the toilet in 5 days."

"Hahaha, nothing to be embarrassed about! You used to be like that as a child when something was bothering you. Your mother used to help you with that and used to change your diet a little. If you want, you can lay down on the bed and I'll go fetch the stuff to do what your mother did when you got like this."

"What did she do? I don't remember."

"She had to loosen up your shy intestines. She used the thermometer’s end and you'd normally go after one or two sessions of that, it was the doctor who recommended it since you couldn't take any laxatives. We don't have any laxatives at home, I can buy them tomorrow or we can try this technique if you want. I'm your father so that is something that I should be able to do for you. It's my job".

"Won't it be weird or gross? My body does feel uncomfortable, the sooner I solve this the better. Are you sure you're ok with it?"

"Listen, you're my son. Nothing that comes from you can gross me out. Did you forget all those times I cleaned up after you've vomited? You always had a sensitive stomach.”

“Hhaa… TMI!!!”

“Hahaha! Go on, jump on the bed and we'll take care of it."