Everyday it was the same routine, Luis played with blocks and I taught my students. It got so that I sometimes forgot he was there, as did the other students. The little boy in the back of the room blended in.
Luis never talked, and never asked me to go to the bathroom. It was like he didn't exist. Until one day, after snack time I smell something off in my classroom. I look around and there, in the back of the room is Luis, standing in a puddle, and he's peed in his pants.
"LUIS!" I yell. He looks up at me, and I can't help but feel bad for him for a little bit. Then I'm just angry, he ruined my carpeted floors. "From now on Luis, if you must go to the bathroom, you ask, 'May I please go to the bathroom' OK?" He just stares blankly and I get the idea he has no idea what I am saying.
The next day, when he has to go to the bathroom, he just runs out of the room.
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