The rest of the day was a lazy day for Tajmeh. He was still extremely confused, but he knew he was not crazy. His family on the other hand, thought otherwise.
"Tajmeh, are you feeling OK?" his mother called out to him, looking curious.
"Yeah, I'm fine, Ma."
"You've been acting a bit ...strange... lately." she added, a distant expression shadowing her face.
"Mom, I'm OK, OK?"
"Look, Honey, would you consider maybe.. going to see a therapist of some sort? I heard having reoccuring dreams like that are a sign of 'deteriorating mental health'" she said softly, trying not to upset him.
"Mom! I'm fine! I know I am! Just leave me alone." Tajmeh said weakly, obviously upset, storming off to his bedroom. He couldn't believe his own mother had questioned his sanity. He was not crazy. He was different.
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