Later that day I was in the main bedroom sorting out an issue with my media player, and in walked my gf's grandson, he came and sat to my left as I was sat on the floor in front of my media unit. He asked what I was doing, and I explained that I had an issue with my media players internet connection and was just fixing it. He pointed at the screen asking what some of the icons were, to which I answered and explained what each one did.
He then looked at the mirror he was sat opposite and pointed at himself and said "that's #####" (his name), I said yes that's you, he repeated this a couple of times, and I answered it a few more times. He then pointed at my reflection and said that's you, and again I said "yes that is me", then he pointed a little further over and said "and who's that", at this point I was filled with a chill and said "that was me silly" he answered saying "your silly as that's not you".
Now all of these things read like a cliché, and I've very aware of that, but living them is even harder than I thought.
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