When I was about 9 years old, my father forced me to go with him to the funeral of a friend of his that I didn't know.

When we got there, I stayed in a corner waiting for the time to go. Then a man approached me and said:
Enjoy life kiddo, be happy because time flies. Look at me now, I didn't enjoy it.

He passed his hand over my head and left. My father, before leaving, forced me to say goodbye to the dead person.
When I looked in the coffin, I was startled, the man who was talking to me when I was in the corner was the same man in the coffin.

For several years later, I was not able to sleep properly with repeated nightmare and psychological disorder.
I was terrified of being alone, I visited many psychologist, I didn't turn off the light at night and several other turmoil that I had to endure throughout my adolescent ages.

Years later I discovered something incredible that changed my life.
That dead idiot had a twin brother.

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