Twin sister

This isn’t really a memory that happened irl but more like an alternate one. I mean, my twin sister, Ingrid, passed away as an infant.

So basically, the memory was from Ingrid’s perspective. We were adults at that time. She was hanging out with my colleagues while I was working. She was basically like ‘one of the boys’, kind of like me in this life. All of them were in my office, watching me work. I had stacks of documents on my table and I was signing them.

Ingrid mentioned that she was worried for me because I was overworking myself, something that I was actually used to so I didn’t mind at all but she did. My colleagues agreed with her.

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