At That Time, I Had Two Mothers

When I was still around kindergarten age, I think, I had two mothers at the time. When I say two, I don't mean through remarriage or anything like that—there were literally two of the exact same person.

For example, my mother would be up on the second floor airing out the futon, but when I went downstairs, another mother would be folding the laundry. Or I would wave goodbye to my mother as she rode off on her bicycle to go shopping, only to turn around and see the exact same mother about to head out on her bicycle again. There are many other instances, but I'll stop there to keep it from getting too long. Also, one of them was very kind, while the other was short-tempered.

Being little, I thought it was strange, but I didn't find it creepy; if anything, I thought my mother was amazing. My older sister by a year said the exact same things, so it wasn't just a mistake or misidentification. When we asked our mother, she had no memory of it and just thought we were weird kids. By the time I started elementary school, that phenomenon had stopped, but it's very bizarre. It's not like it caused any trouble for us, so it's really just a "so what?" kind of story, though...

Did my sister see our mother with the exact same feelings I did? I sometimes wonder if that mother of ours was what people often call a doppelgänger. I've heard that if you see another version of yourself, you die, and looking back now, it makes me very nervous...

Also, around that time, my younger brother was in our mother's belly, which might have been one of the causes. My younger brother has apparently had a spiritual sense since he was little, and he often talks as if something is there. But he was born with a brain disorder, and sometimes he would exaggerate ordinary things or say things we couldn't understand, so nobody ever believed him... and I was one of those people.

They were even wearing different clothes. Both outfits belonged to my mother so nothing felt out of place, and it didn't feel like afterimages at all—it really felt like there were two of them.

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