INHen, I was a little girl, I had an imaginary friend like most youthful children. I called her. We would have fun together and the like. My mother never thought about it because her friends also had them. But when I got to kindergarten and started gaining more friends, I decided that I didn't need it anymore. I remember told her to leave … But she didn't do it. I would be so nervous and I would tell my mother. My mother told me to tell her to leave, and if she did not do, she came up and told her to leave. I went upstairs to tell her (I don't remember what I said exactly) … But I knew she didn't leave. My mother came upstairs and told her to leave, but I told her she didn't. My mother just put me in bed and said that we would do it again tomorrow. She pissed me off all night, holding me on a regular basis. I was so bad. Finally, after I ignored her, she left. I was very content and released.
When I turned 18, I flew to England to see my grandmother and another family. I looked through one of my aunts of venerable family albums and came across this photo of this little girl. She looked familiar as if I had seen her before. I asked aunt who she was and she told me that her cousin died at the age of only 8 years. I asked about her name and she said Eugen. I was surprised! I told her about an imaginary friend I had and what I called her the gene. My family is very spiritual and she said that it was probably her cousin who visited me.
When I returned to the States, I told my sister. I didn't live with her when I was compact because she lived with her father. She said she had one and called GG. I also told my cousin, and she had one called the EU (U). We think she is the same girl who just wanted to meet us and play with us. We do not think about it as a bad thing, when we wonder, we realize that he was a family member who simply wanted to meet us.
