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A childhood belief about imaginary friends

When I was younger, I believed that my reflection in the miror was somebody from another world who came to see me everytime I wanted. My paretns thought I was crazy because I would get up on mornings, go into their room (they had a huge miror in their bedroom but I didn't) tell "me" to be quiet because my parents were sleeping... I would wake them up everytime and for days I would be mad at the miror because she had made my parents mad at me.

— Nadia

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