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Anonymous asker: Hi, recently my daughter has been... Acting strange. Stranger than normal. You see, I would text her but instead of texting me back, she will send me a picture or a 'gif' as she calls it, of a young man with a caption at the bottom with what she wants to say. Is this normal?

You have four new answers.

Anon 1: No, get help.

Anon 2: It depends, is your daughter a teenager?

Anon 3: More than likely, that young man will be a celebrity. She would be watching somethings and everything that involves that celebrity in it and she has now developed an obsession over him/her. In this case, it's a him. Sometimes it will wear off, she will calm down and starting texting properly again and just mention the young man or she will not do what I just said and continue doing it and if you are very unfortunate depending on your view of this, she will find someone else to obsess over and now you have two celebrities replying to your texts.

Anon 4: How many reaction pictures of me are actually on the Internet?

Anonymous asker: Alright, I can hear her upstairs crying because I told her she couldn't go to this book signing. She won't even open her door. She hasn't sent me a gif in the past five hours that I told her no, I'm starting to worry now.

Anon 4: Which Book signing?

Anonymous asker: I've learned that the young man is named Dan Howell, or more commonly known as Danisnotonfire, and It is the 'the amazing book is not on fire' tour that she wants to go to but I can't:

A) afford it.
B) take her there.
C) Book anymore tickets.

It's hard for her, I know, she's liked these to YouTubers since they were in University but things got personal and a couple of years later, she's became a hardcore fan. She 'fangirls' over a lot of things but mostly Dan and Phil.

Anon 4: Where do you live?

Anonymous asker: London, England. I heard from my daughter that the two YouTubers like here too.

Anon 4: Where abouts?

Anonymous asker: I don't think I'm comfortable giving anymore information out for the world to see, especially since I don't know you.

Anon 4: Forgive me, I'm Daniel James Howell, AKA, Danisnotonfire.

(=^_^=) <<Time skip>>

"Sweetie? Can I come in?" I hear my mom ask from outside the door.

I stare up at my bare ceiling, watching the fan swirl round and round, the quiet humming coming from the fan giving me a slight sense of calmness.

"No," I say, refusing to say more, knowing that my voice will break.

I know it isn't my mothers fault, she works two jobs to keep this house and when all the bills have been payed off and the cupboards and the fridge freezer is full up, the money left over has to go over to something important like repairs and clothes.

I look up at the bare ceiling which if you look closely, you can see old patterns that was worked into it when it was first made. Overtime it has became harder to see, and you can't see them unless you look closer. I huff. It's like scars, you can create them and after a while, they look as if they are not there unless you look closely.

I sigh again as she opens my door. I roll over and pretend to sleep while she sits beside me.

"Daisy?"

I let out a pretend snore to help her get the picture I don't want to talk to her.

"I know your awake,"

Fuck.

"I don't want to talk, mom," I say.

"Daisy, please-"

"Mom, please, do this one thing for me, 'kay? I haven't asked you for anything else, but please, do this. Leave it be." I say, almost on the verge of tears.

She doesn't say anything else, she just sighs and walks out the door, softly closing it behind her.

I sigh myself and I lay flat on my back again staring up at the ceiling, the perfectly imperfect ceiling. I sigh again. Why does it hurt so much? To know and love someone as much as you do and yet know that they don't love you back. Well, of course they love you as a collective group of people but they don't love you, as in singular.

I turn over, kick off my boots and climb under the covers. I sigh and a message pops up on my phone.

Mom: Alright, I'll leave it be. If that's why you truly want. I'm taking you out tomorrow, just me and you. No stress. No drama. Well, can't guarantee the seconds one but I can promise that you'll like it. I love you. Is this alright with you, Love?

I smile as I read it and I do something I haven't done in a long time, I sent her a Dan and Phil gif.