"How was Raven's?"
My mother asked while I was fixing myself dinner. "It was, fine?"
"Just fine?"
"Uh huh."
I stare at my mom from the video call; her auburn hair was pulled in a messy bun and a few locks sticking out. "Did something happen?"
Sometimes it's a good thing that she's on the other side of the world. She can't press me into telling her things; she's good at that, sometimes I wonder if my mother used to work as an interrogator.
"Nothing happened mom; no one was even at Raven's today."
"Are you su- -"My mom was cut off by someone talking in the background. I think it was urgent because she became frantic and began to search for something.
"Bye mom, talk to you again real soon." I bid my goodbye but she didn't even hear it, I think.
Taking that as my cue that my talk with my mom is over, I waved my goodbye and kissed my laptop's screen and pressed the end call button.
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OCD
Historia CortaObsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD): An anxiety disorder characterized by intrusive thoughts that produce uneasiness, apprehension, fear, or worry, by repetitive behaviors aimed at reducing the associated anxiety, or by combination of such obsessio...
