When Caillou was only a small infant, his life took a dark turn. His mother had gotten into a car accident and became mentally impaired. Caillou was the only child, creating an imaginary friend that he believed to be his sister, Rosie. He had a cat named Gilbert, and his mother. Daddy had died in the same car accident, and Mommy went through many boyfriends that took advantage of her. That's all he had, but he always wanted to think he had more. His family lived in an undecorated house they didn't own, but Caillou's large imagination made him think it was well furnished with couches and toys for him to play with.

"La-dee-da-dee-da! Rosie, come play dump truck with me!" Caillou sang enthusiastically, to the empty room, while he moved back and forth a rock.

"Shut the fuck up, you little twat!" Mommy said, with her hand inside of Greg's pants. Greg was a man she had known for two weeks. Caillou saw Mommy's hand moving back and forth within Greg's tight, denim jeans. Caillou was interested in what was going on, so he asked. "It's called a handjob and you'll never get one," Greg said spitefully.

Gilbert ran in the room, attracting the motion. He leapt into the pants of Greg, clawing at the inside. Mommy managed to retract her hand quickly, avoiding getting scratched. Greg collapsed due to the pain and Gilbert started to chew on Greg's limp index finger that had just fallen from the floor.

"Gilby's having fun!" Caillou said, "I want to have fun too! How can I do that? Oh yeah, Rosie! Rosie, come do what Mommy was doing to Greg." Caillou took his own left hand that he only used when he believed Rosie to be doing something. He slowly moved back and forth, living within the ecstasy.

"Stop that!" Screamed Mommy, hitting Caillou forcefully with the backside of her hand. "Fuck! Now I have to cover that one up also!" Mommy reached into her purse, grabbing out some makeup. "Come here, Sweety." Mommy said with a manipulative tone. Caillou went towards her, while she pulled out a container of makeup from her purse. "It'll be fine." She said.

Caillou soon went back to playing with his leaft hand, thinking it was Rosie. Rosie was the embodiment of Caillou's deep loneliness and suffering. Caillou also believed that all the men were Daddy, just with either a haircut, a facial trim, or a coating of makeup. Caillou was alone in the dark world, but he didn't know that.