One of the saddest experiences in my life is the death of my brother Bernard. I'm still mourning up to this moment.
I miss talking to him. He's the one who was giving the meanings and interpretations of my permonitions. When I saw a premonition, I would call him, and we discussed it's meanings. Today, I have nobody to discuss my weird ideas and the premonitions that come to me when I am asleep.
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