"Schizophrenia."

I couldn't pronounce it the way the doctor did. He seemed serious when he said it. His face made me giggle.

"H-He's always staring at that mirror of his still. I-I don't know what to do anymore." My mother could be such a cry baby at times. Why was she so sad all the time?

The doctor sighed. "I'll prescribe Jungkook with a higher dose for his pills... if that still doesn't work, we...we may have to consider putting him in a psych ward."
His words must have been like magic.

Because for once my sobbing mother was silent.