One Who Is Strange

“But I do. Mum said you’re upset because of your job.”

“Yes. I’ll miss my students.”

“But you can teach my classmate. His mum is looking for a tutor.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Don’t worry, Alexa. Mum says God knows best. She also thinks being a tutor is more suitable for you.”

I sighed heavily. I’ll have only one student. Shall I eternally live off my parents?

Talk less, work more. I submitted job search ads. There were lots of offers, but I didn’t like the salaries, and it was inconvenient to get there. Finally, I found something interesting.

Chapter 2

“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!”