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“What are you suggested to do?” mum asked.

“To be a secretary interpreter.”

“Where?” she asked, swallowing some tea.

“At a medical centre.”

My mum choked.

“Are you crazy? You’ve got tics.”

“You know, I’m composed during job interviews.”

“Well, let’s imagine you’re hired. What’s next? You won’t be able to resist so long.”

“But I’m conscientious.”

“Doctors will be there.”

“I know they will. Unlike you, doctors will know I’m adequate. I just have a peculiarity.”

“It’s a sickness, not a peculiarity! You’ll be perceived as a mad person!”

“But children perceive me well!”