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Prophet Brother
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"Huff, huff, huff..." I suddenly sat up, gasping for breath.
I wiped my face, my hands covered in cold sweat. My pajamas were soaked and clinging to my body.
There was a knock at the door.
"Son, are you up? It's time to eat," my dad said cheerfully.
"I'm coming, just need to take a shower first."
As I replied to my dad, I walked toward the bathroom. I could hear the laughter of my parents and younger brother coming from the living room.
Thinking back on the dream I just had, I shook my head, trying to shake off that uneasy feeling. The scenes in the dream felt too real, leaving me with lingering fear.
"Son, are you okay?" My mom heard the noise and came in, looking at me with concern.
"I'm fine, just had a nightmare," I smiled lightly, not wanting to worry them.
I got dressed and walked into the living room, joining my family for a chat.
"Bro, why did you buy so many things? Our house isn't a supermarket," my brother said, looking puzzled at the pile of daily necessities and food stacked in the corner.
"Oh, it's nothing. I just feel like something might happen soon, so I thought I'd prepare a bit in advance," I said casually.
"What could possibly happen? You either write or work out every day. Besides, what else is there to prepare at home?" Dad said with a smile, a hint of teasing in his eyes.
"Yeah, bro, have you been reading too much sci-fi? You're overthinking things," my brother chimed in.
I didn't say much more; I just smiled at them. Even though it was just a dream, my intuition told me that something was about to happen.
Two days passed, and during dinner while chatting with my family, I couldn't help but voice my concerns.
"Mom, Dad, little brother, I've been feeling something's off lately. I think we should prepare some supplies just in case."
I looked seriously at my family, my tone carrying a hint of gravity.
"Prepare supplies? What do you want to do?" My brother stared at me wide-eyed.
It felt as if I were joking.
"I don't really know what to do, I just feel like we should make some preparations," I explained.
"Son, have you been under too much stress lately? Maybe you should take a few days off," my mother said with concern, thinking I was just overworked.
"I'm fine, Mom. I just feel safer having some extra food and supplies," I said, looking at my family, hoping they would understand my worries.
"Alright, since you say so, we'll also make some preparations," my father said, patting me on the shoulder in support.
So I began to stockpile some supplies on a small scale, but my family still thought I was just anxious from work stress.
"Bro, are you planning to switch careers and become a supermarket buyer?" my younger brother teased while helping me move things.
"Don't say that; your brother is just being prudent," I laughed as I playfully tapped his head, feeling a bit helpless inside.
My family didn't pay much attention to my actions; they only made a few light-hearted jokes and soon forgot about it.
But I knew my instincts were never wrong. Because my dreams weren't taken seriously by my family, my unease grew stronger.
I stopped discussing it with them and went out for a walk, and sure enough, I noticed something unusual.
In previous years at this time, I would still be wearing long sleeves. Now it was only 9 AM and I already wanted to wear a tank top. The plants outside should have been budding by now, but they were faintly yellowing instead.
"Son, when did you buy so many things?" A week later, my mother pointed at the pile of items stacked in the corner of my room.
I had been exposed.
"It's nothing, Mom; I've just been bored lately and bought a few things on a whim," I tried to brush it off.
"Son, you never used to do this. Is something wrong?" My father asked seriously.
I knew I couldn't hide it any longer and had to come clean.
"Mom, Dad, little brother, I have a strong intuition that something might happen soon, so I've prepared some supplies in advance," I explained earnestly.
"Brother, have you considered changing your career? I think you're not suited for writing novels; you're more fit to be a prophet," my younger brother remarked while rummaging through the things I bought.
"Son, we understand how you feel, but you also need to consider the practical situation," my father said earnestly.
I smiled helplessly, knowing my family wouldn't believe my intuition anytime soon. "I call for a family meeting." According to family rules, if there is a disagreement, a family meeting must be held for discussion.
"Do you all remember what happened when I was a child?" I tried to persuade them with past examples. "When I was little, I took my brother to the park to play. I had a feeling it was going to rain, so I carried him and ran home. Just as we got home, it started pouring; and in middle school, I had plans with classmates to go hiking, but I sensed danger and decisively canceled the trip. Later, I heard there was a landslide on the mountain that day..."
I listed numerous dangers I had avoided thanks to my intuition.
"But, son, those are just coincidences," my mother tried to soothe me.
"No, it's not coincidence; it's my intuition telling me," I replied somewhat excitedly.
"Mom and Dad, trust me; my intuition has never deceived me." I looked at them with determination.
In the end, after my insistence, my family agreed not to interfere with my behavior of hoarding things.
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