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"Draw!!! Draw!!!!" Mom's voice screeched as she tore up the workbook, smashing the entire pen holder onto the table, "Go ahead!! Draw!! Do whatever you want!! I don't care anymore!!"
...
Headache, dizziness, distorted reality, palpitations, insomnia.
I told Mom about these symptoms, and she asked if they went away when I didn't study. I nodded yes.
"Then you're faking illness," she chuckled as she stroked my head. "Just look at you; where have you reached? Other kids in fourth grade never sleep before 11 PM and can already read foreign books in their original language. Look at you; you go to bed at 10:30 every night. This isn't what you call pressure."
I didn't say anything more.
Because at that moment, I felt the distortion again.
It was as if my body was not my own, and I had become an onlooker silently floating above myself.
...
The sky was exceptionally clear that weekend because Mom had gone out.
