Seeing Strange Stuff (1) Read Count : 72
Category : Stories
Sub Category : Comedy
"We're worried about you, sweetie," Mom said, her voice wobbling with uncertainty. "We think you've gone crazy."
"We?" I echoed.
"Your father and I," she explained. "We've talked things through, and although you hate the idea, I think it's best for you. Your father is right. This is going a little too far." She held my hand and offered a small squeeze. "You need a therapist, darling."
I frowned. "I didn't think you, of all people, would turn against me."
"I'm not turning against you," she said. "I'm doing what I think is best for you."
"You're repeating yourself," I noticed.
"Because I truly mean it."
"I really do," she insisted.
"I believe you." I snatched my hand away from hers. "I saw this coming anyway."
"I guess everyone saw this coming, hun," she said with a small smile.
"Did they see this in their dreams too?" I asked, even though I knew the answer to that already.
She stared at me carefully. "You know I love you, darling, but sometimes you let your imaginations run wild. No one can see the future. That's just impossible."
"Right." I sighed. It's pointless going on and on about it. Trust me, I've tried to convince them, but I ended up looking like a bigger fool.
"Who's my therapist?" I asked in curiosity.
"Um, well, we haven't really made arrangements yet," she said, slightly startled. "I wanted your consent first."
My eyes looked past her and settled onto the black-striped, orange creature behind her. It had a long body, a short neck and stout legs curled against its body.
A tiger was sleeping peacefully on the carpet.
I laughed quietly. "I think I need a therapist too."
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