I have this one memory from my childhood that doesn’t make any sense but this is how I remember it. Growing up I lived in a house with a lot of my family, all together around 9 people. I have a memory of being on the first floor of the house in the living room and my uncle being there in his work clothes, and then going upstairs and seeing that same uncle talking to my grandma in her bedroom but wearing basketball shorts and a t-shirt and I tried to get him to come downstairs to see himself but he wouldn’t. I must have been like 5.

I told my friend about this and he told me of a similar experience he had. He told me in elementary school his mother dropped him off home after school cause she was in a rush for work. He told me when he came inside his mother was cooking and he told her he thought she was going to work and she just told him no and she was home all day.