When a 9 years Old kid went to the funeral with his Dad

forced me to say goodbye to the dead person. When I looked in the coffin, I was startled that 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 nightmares and psychological disorder, I was terrified of being alone. I visited many psychologists. 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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