“It’s okay, sweetheart,” mum says reassuringly. She rubs your back, pulling you into her chest.

All you can do is sob, shaking your head. It can’t be okay.

You’re not sure how long it is when you can finally talk. While you were crying, you were distantly aware of someone stopping to ask if you needed help but mum waved them off.

“Ready to head back?” mum asks kindly.

Looking up, you shake your head. Your goggles are foggy from the tears. You can make out mum’s sad smile.

“No one is going to be able to tell,” she says.

That’s… crazy you think. There’s no way people will miss your obviously wet pants.

“Really, no one will e able to tell.”