One in a series of extemporaneous bedtime stories told to K.
There was once a boy who lived with his parents in a house in the rocks. It wasn’t really a house, it was more like a cave, but it was a home and it was where they lived together.
One day there was a terrible flood and everything got washed away and the boy got washed away and he ended up in a place he’d never been.
He saw many things there but didn’t know what they were or how they had come to be. This frustrated him and made him confused and afraid, and so he kept trying to go back to the place he was from, but that place was underwater.
The boy’s name was Bill Gates, only he wasn’t the Bill Gates who is famous today. He was just a boy named Bill Gates who had lost everything, including his parents.
As the years passed, the boy slowly adjusted to the new place, so much so that he began to forget the place he was from, which each year seemed to sink farther underwater.
K: What happened to his parents?
M: He never saw them again.
K: So we don’t know if they’re alive?
K: Make something up.
M: What? That would be lying.
K: No, make it part of the story.
M: Sweetie, I’m telling you what happened. I know it’s sad but at least it’s the truth. The End.