When I was 10, my father took me to the funeral of one of his friends I'd never met. I stood quietly in a corner, just waiting to leave, when a man walked up to me. He smiled sadly and said, "Enjoy your life, kid. Be happy... because I never was." Then he gently placed his hand on my head and walked away. Before leaving, my father insisted I say goodbye to the deceased. But when I looked into the coffin, my heart froze... lying there was the same man who had just spoken to me minutes earlier. From that day, I had trouble sleeping. I feared being alone, kept the lights on at night, and even saw a psychologist. Years later, I learned something that changed everything: the man in the coffin had a twin brother.
May 13
May 13, 2026 at 3:10 PM UTC
When I was 10, my father took me to the funeral of one of his friends I'd never met. I stood quietly in a corner, just waiting to leave, when a man walked up to me. He smiled sadly and said, "Enjoy your life, kid. Be happy... because I never was." Then he gently placed his hand on my head and walked away. Before leaving, my father insisted I say goodbye to the deceased. But when I looked into the coffin, my heart froze... lying there was the same man who had just spoken to me minutes earlier. From that day, I had trouble sleeping. I feared being alone, kept the lights on at night, and even saw a psychologist. Years later, I learned something that changed everything: the man in the coffin had a twin brother.
I can't even think of a note to put here 😄
