Dr. Smith smiled at me as I stared at her blankly. She wasn't processing what I was saying, and I had a feeling she was just messing with me.
" I said.." I started again, this time slower than usual. "I have a kid, and I don't know how to care for her" I told her again, this time causing her to laugh instead.
"I- I'm sorry" She waved as she laughed at me. "I see you every Friday and you come with a lot of things. But a child? You weren't even pregnant"
I pinched the bridge of my nose in frustration before peering at her in irritation and a 'dah' look.
"She-she's not really a kid. She's fifteen, quite grown. But at least if she was small I could've known how to talk to her, how to feed her. But she's so-" I couldn't find the right words to describe the past two days.
"Teenager-ish?"
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