OCD

Numbers

Naomi's POV

Today I told mom about the odd and even numbers thing, she said it's just my OCD, I wish I could use all of the numbers some day, I was thinking about telling her of therapy.

The problem of therapy is that my mom has this "unexpected" calls from work and has to rush back, that's why we stopped going after the first 2.

Its strange because I don't use other odd numbers just 3, I feel like when I'm anxious I use number 3 and when I'm feeling good or normal I use 2, for example in the mornings I'm anxious so I use number 3, but when I'm doing something "normal" or not just feeling anxious I use 2 like when I turn the volume up or down, or when I touch things I use 2. Anyway, I am trying to figure it out, I can it isn't easy.

Cara walked into the room.

"Hey princess" she said walking very slowly.

"Hey, grandma" I giggled.

"Jaja, very funny" she tried not to laugh.

"How are you doing?" I asked helping her sit on my bed.

"As you can see...I don't think I will last that much longer darling" she imitated a grandma voice, we both laughed together.

"How are you doing?, mom told me about the numbers thing, are you okay?" she asked grabbing my hand.

"I'm okay, just focus on getting better, I miss seeing you at school" I said.

"Girl its been 2 days since I got out of the hospital and you were with me yesterday" she said laughing.

"I know, I just like being with you" I said hugging her gently.

"So... I was hoping".

"Oh so you came to ask me something" I cut her off.

"Well... yeah" she said and we both laughed.

"What is it?".

"Can you help me organize my closet" she smiled.

"Oh My God, I thought you would never ask" I said excited, she has a mess in there and let's say it just bothers me a little. I guess my afternoon will be spent there, but I get to be with her so... oh well!!