traditional art by Hajime Sorayama
When my sister was little, she had an imaginary friend called Jackie. One Sunday, my great aunt was over and my sister came in, announced to the room that Jackie fell down the stair and died, and left. My great auntie calmly looked up and said “how did she know about that?” Apparently, my great auntie had a little brother called Jack (her mother, who died a little before my sister was born, called him Jackie) and when he was 7, he fell down the stairs, banged his head and died.
when my little sister was 5 she had an imaginary friend. i always heard her talking to him in her room in undertone, when i asked anything about him she always said “he doesn’t want you to know, not yet”. when she got 6 suddenly stopped talking with him, when i asked her why, she said “he said it’s time to go, he want to meet us in his special place to say goodbay”. the special place was the street where my best friend died in a car crash.in the other side were growed up plenty of daisies wich mean friendship