"So, we'll have to do some testing just to be sure, and then we can figure out where to go from there."

I sat in the small office of the psychiatrist, Dr. Hong his name was, that I had insisted my mother take me to. Once I had told her my suspicions, the research I had done, my symptoms, she immediately looked up the best psychiatrist in London and took me. 

Mum sighed. "It's, odd, I guess. My father was schizophrenic, I never thought Lil would be, too."

"Well, schizophrenia may be passed onto offspring." The psychiatrist explained.

Mum waved her hand dismissively. "I have, had, gay fathers. I was adopted- genetics has nothing to do with this."

I tapped my fingers against the arm of the chair lightly, wanting to get out of here.

"When can we schedule the testing?" Mum asked, the tone in her voice showing that she obviously wanted to leave, too.

Dr. Hong wrote something down. "You will have to talk to the receptionist; I don't make the appointments."

The appointment was clearly over, so we thanked him and walked to the front desk, scheduling testing three days from then.  We walked towards the underground, but Mum suggested a stop at Starbucks, which I eagerly agreed to. 

Winter had set on London, and the warmth of Starbucks was a welcome change from the cold of the outside. I sipped on my Christmas-themed coffee, watching the city from the window we were sat close to. It was the end of November, Christmas decorations just beginning to go up. 

"What are you thinking about, Lil?" My mum's words interrupted my thoughts. 

"I don't know. I don't know what to make of everything; I always thought I would just be a normal kid, but I'm not. It kinda of sucks." I traced the lid of my drink.

"Oh, Lily. Since when has our family been normal? That's the best part of it, though. And think of it as a connection to Grandpa Dan, a connection that none of us have."

"I guess."

"What do you remember of Grandpa Dan?"

I shrugged. "Not much, I remember being in the hospital with him, when he died. I wish I could've known him better, he sounds amazing from Grandpa Peter's stories." I smiled for a moment. "I like thinking about Grandpa Dan and Phil. I guess I shouldn't think about, because they never married, but I think they really loved each other. I mean, Grandpa Dan named Uncle Phil after him. I think it was love that caused Grandpa Dan to hallucinate Phil for so long. I want to love someone that much; not that I want to hallucinate someone like that."

Mum nodded. "You're not wrong for thinking about it, I think about it, too. And I think you're right, about how much they loved each other. It was beautiful I think, in a kind of messed up way."

"Kind of like Romeo and Juliet."

Mum smiled. "Something like that."