Wake III

When I was 10 years old, my father forced me to go to a friend of his wake that he didn't know. When we got there, I was standing in a corner waiting to leave. So a man came up to me and said, "enjoy your life boy, be happy because I didn't enjoy it." He put his hand on my head and walked away. Before we left, my father forced me to say goodbye to the dead, and when I looked at the coffin I was scared: it was the man talking to me while I was in a corner. I started not being able to sleep, I was afraid of being alone, I wouldn't turn off the lights at night.. many years I lived traumatized until I found out that miserable dead man had a twin brother...

-Author Unknown