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After seeing my first "blood & guts" movie, I invited my five-year old brother Lance,
to sleep in my room if he'd first check under my bed, inside my closet and out my window for any
knife-wielding murderers. He agreed.
Sometime in the middle of the night, I woke to see a man by the bed. He was short and dark with neatly crewed
hair and he was wearing a crisp creamy colored button-up shirt, dark pants and thin belt.
The man was very intently studying my sleeping brother. He would bend down to look at his face, then up to take
in my brother's size. I protectively wrapped my arm around Lance, tucked him against me, squeezed my eyes shut
and forced myself back to sleep.
Six months later, my Oma flew in from Holland to visit. As usual, Oma asked for a family friend to come over
and give her a friendly little reading while the rest of the family translated and enjoyed their interaction.
Shortly after the reading began, our friend stopped and turned to my dad.
"Bart, your dad came to visit and you accidentally saw him."
"No," my father replied, puzzled, "I don't remember that."
"He came by in the middle of the night," she insisted. "Lance was in your bed and he wanted to see the grandson
he never got to see in this lifetime. You woke up and accidentally saw him."
A cold knot of sticky blackness started forming in my stomach as she spoke of my Opa who died when I was three.
"Penny," Dad said, "I have no idea what you're talking about."
Penny cocked her head to the side a quick second,
as if listening, turned to me and pointed, amazed. "It was you!"
"Yes," I answered, now nauseous.
"Why didn't you tell us?" Mom exclaimed.
"I thought you'd think I was crazy." A truth I only then admitted.
"You know what she is?" Penny laughed to my mother, "She's a clairvoyant!"
Maybe this happened because my family came from Indonesia, the land that happily integrates modern ideals with
indigenous beliefs. Perhaps it's from my Oma who intuited my name from 9,000 miles away when I was born on my
father's 30th birthday. It could be because I am the first born of first borns. What I do know is this;
from that moment on, life became even more interesting.
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