my tight-knit family

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"No!" Jason shoved his hands over his ears, maybe to block out his mothers unfair suggestion. "I'm NOT going to see a psychiatrist!" he stuck his nose in the air, and moved one of the chess pieces on the board.

Trina and Marvin glanced down at their sun and shared a look of worry. "Honey, why don't you play a little more normal of a game for a kid your age?" Trina glanced up at Marvin worried she phrased that wrong, she did.

"What is normal?" Jason pondered aloud, glancing at Trina. Trina sighed in defeat.

"I wouldn't know," answering truthfully she turned to her ex - husband to see if he could do anything about this.

"Jason, please see a psychiatrist, I can pay the bill?" Jason rolled his eyes at his father. All anyone cared about these days was who paid the bill for this - this - and - this! Jason was sick of it.

"NO!" Jason glared up at his father, "I'm not going just because you failed as parents-" both parents gasped at their sons behavior. Jason found it funny, the first time they agreed on anything together and it was when Jason crossed a line.

"Jason-" Trina started but was interrupted.

"Listen kid!" Marvin snapped, he never snapped at Jason. Trina just looked shocked and glanced over at Jason.

"I don't need-" Jason blurt but stopped when  his father glared down upon him and turned to his mother announcing that he needed a psychiatrist. "Ask Whizzer! He'll agree with me! I'm normal!" Jason threw himself on the couch cushion crushing the candy wrapper that was thrown on the floor in the excitement of the chess game.

"Okay," Marvin snorted, Whizzer would want to make Marvin happy not Jason. Marvin heart the back door open slowly. Just on time! It was like the miracle of Judaism.

"Whizzer!" Jason yelled jumping off the couch and running up to the startled man. "Do you think I should see a psychiatrist?!" Whizzer heard Marvin walk behind him, Whizzer couldn't help it, he laughed.

"I'm not sure about that, Jason," Marvin hit Whizzer on the head, Whizzer turned to see his boyfriend glaring back at him. "Uh- why not?" Whizzer saw from the corner of his eye Trina moving to repeat what Marvin had done. "ABSOLUTELY JASON!" Whizzer said a bit too loudly, he looked down at Jason. Jason smiled back at Whizzer.

"Ok!" Jason smiled turning to face Trina. "I'll go! Only if he comes here or else no," Jason walked back over to the couch and started to pull the stuck candy wrapper off his shoe. His parents debated calling, because they didn't make house calls. But, the psychiatrist - Mendel - said he would do it because Trina was one of his best clients.

"Well-" Whizzer coughed. "Can we eat now? I got noodles!" Marvin snorted, beaming at his boyfriend.

"Thanks for getting dinner," Marvin paused, Whizzer gave him a look, tugging on his sweater sleeves again.

"I mean it - you just saved a life - we all know you can't cook,"

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"I worry a lot I worry a lot I worry a lot," - Trina

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