The Diary of An Overthinker

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oral dresses even on lazy Sundays and had a way of making everything feel safe.....except when Zo

nod, but her eyes darte

nd a beard that made him look serious,...until he opened his mouth and ruined it with a

him a look

bread. "I'm just saying. If this chicken ki

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fs. Eat. Or I'll start telling my 'back in my

70% made up and 30% embarrassing. Last time, he claimed he used to walk to school uphill b

e of chicken. It was

elief did

parents were talking softly in the kitchen, and even though she couldn't hear

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d her brain have to turn every little t

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o"routine. I worried about the food, about choking, about....I don't even know. Everything. Mom tried

e in my head that won't shut up, whispering all the things that could go w

I know. She handles everything without freaking out. And Dad? He works all wee

uld be more

it...board games, trips to the park, even letting Nathi drag him into those ridiculous backyard

cooks, cleans, listens to my endless worries, and still finds time to

ing my mind because what if

g

t want to make everything harder for

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asked if I wanted ice cream. He's the

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