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asking about the visions

i ran down the stairs and into the kitchen. My mom was making pancakes at the stove. She has the same black hair and green eyes as me. Many people say i look like her when she was younger. 

"Hi mom, bye mom" i called to her as i grabbed my backpack and turned to leave. 

"Where are you going?" she asked before i can go.

"Um school?" i said when i turned back to her

"There's a letter from your father sitting on the counter over there." she told me

My dad is in the military as a trauma surgeon. He sends letters at times to tell us that he's ok. i grabbed the letter and started reading it. 

"Oh my god" i exclaimed. "he coming home?"

My mom nodded "In a couple of weeks"

i sat down at the table. "he really.."

My mom smiled at me. She turned back to the pancakes and continued flipping them. 

"I knew you will be excited to hear." she turned back to me. "Are you ok?"

I looked up at her, "Yeah i'm fine, why?"

"You look tired. Did you get an sleep last night?" she asked.

"Oh yeah i just had a weird dream, nothing major you know." i shrugged.

My mom looked at me with worry.

I got up and started to walk to the front door. i hesitated. i decided to ask her about my vision. i turned back to the kitchen.

"Mom, remember when Grandma  told us about the stories and the dreams she would get? You know how she would say she would go save the person in her dreams. That the dreams were a gift. Do you believe that?" 

"Your grandma was a very imaginative person. She told stories so good it makes it seem like they were true, but they weren't." my mom replied. 

"So you don't believe the gift?"

"No, why?"

I pulled my hair behind my ear, "No reason i was just wondering. Well, i better get to school or i'll be late. Bye"  I walked to the door. As i closed it i heard a bye coming back to me