Sorta like I'm not alone or something. Or like... Yeah.. Like it’s rubbing my chest like my mom does when I'm sick or something. And there's.. there...s something else.." I said concentrating on it. He waited patiently as I reached out with my mind to touch it. There was something being emitted from the strange red coin. Something which had a physical shape to it. Then I realized there was not one, but many different feeling shapes, almost like... "Symbols! It's shouting symbols at me!" I. Dad, the top neurosurgeon in D.C., had been kidnapped. It was a way to get back at the American government for bombing Iran after finishing up with Bin Laden in Afghanistan. And in all the political reactions that followed, the dear American government forgot to take care of the poor family with four kids who was left behind, practically starving.Mom was too dignified to accept charity, so after about half a year or so we sold the large two-story house we had been living in and moved into a. ”“She wants me to get her pregnant,” I said softly. “She and Danny have been trying for a long time, and it isn’t working.”I had run out of words, and my mother was staring at me, her mouth hanging open.“Nessa was so upset I had to calm her down and send her home,” she said. “I told her everything would be all right, and that we’d work it out. She said something about you trying to get her pregnant too.”“That’s because Grandma said I should,” I said.My mother swayed.“Maybe you’d better tell me. Also, I am regular reader of ISS site. Now let me continue with my story.I was utterly confused by the situation. My young Indian landlady Neha was giving me all these signals like she needed and wanted to make love to me. However, Neha was not going ahead with it. Maybe she thought it is too early or maybe she was scared of the society. I stood there as all these thoughts kept rushing through my head.Then I went out for a smoke at the middle of the night and walked around a little, without.