My Crazy Mom Calls Me With Someone Other's Name

Hi! My name is Kieran, I am 16 years old and I am about to tell you a mystic story about how my dead brother saved my life… twice.

I have to tell you right away: I knew nothing about the fact that I had a brother! For as long as I can remember, there were only three of us: my father, my mother, and me. My father is an optimistic and kind person, and I am very close with him. My mother... well, my mother is different.

She is not at all like, let's say, the mothers of my buddies. Their mothers are cheerful and caring, and talkative, and my Mom is always very quiet, and I don't remember that she has ever smiled. But what's even worse is that she sometimes looks at me in a strange, attentive way, and calls me, not Kieran, but something like Keegan.

I had no idea who this Keegan was and just decided that it was my mother’s particular way to shorten my name. My father told me that she was not well and that we shouldn't disturb her, so I had gotten used to not disturbing my mom.

There was another strange thing about our family. You see, we live near the ocean. It’s like a 20 minute walk from my house and our beach is pretty deserted. Well, it was nothing near the Pacific beaches that they show on TV, but it was good enough for swimming and surfing anyway. Especially surfing!

But I was not allowed to do anything like that! As I have told you already, I was always really close with my dad, and he often took me out to eat or to watch a baseball game, or to play it with his pals. But no matter how much I asked, we NEVER went to the beach.

Which I found really strange. All my friends would surf, but not me. Well, I went to the beach too, and I really enjoyed surfing. But I never had my own board. I asked my father so many times if they could get me a surf board, but I always got a strict no for an answer. So I gave up and just practiced my favorite activity in secret. Don't you agree that there's obviously something strange about all that?

Then one day, I found an old surfboard in the garage. It was carefully hidden and probably forgotten in the back of the garage, and I was positive that it had not been touched for at least ten years... maybe more.

Who did it belong to? Should I go and ask my father about it? At that moment, I remembered that I had been in a similar situation before, when I was six or seven years old. At that time I was exploring the attic and found a box of toys, apparently forgotten there. They were not my toys, for sure, but I played with them for the whole day and even brought Thomas the Tank Engine with me downstairs. When my father saw it, he gave me a strange look and sent me to play with it in the back yard. At that time I was afraid that he would think that I had stolen it, so I quickly explained about the box I found in the attic. He said nothing, but the next day the box was gone. After a few days Thomas was gone too. I looked for it for a while and then erased the whole story from my head. Until now.

This time I did not ask any questions. I waited until my father went to work and took the surfboard, secretly making some arrangements with my surf coach so that I could keep it in his boat hangar. Yes, the board was old, but this was my own surf board, and it was not that bad.

One day when the ocean was pretty stormy I went surfing. There was no strict ban on swimming that day, but the beach guards were telling everyone to be careful.

I was pretty sure of myself and my surfing skills, so I got on my board and paddled out, waiting for a wave, when suddenly… A wave came unexpectedly and hit me in the face at the exact moment that I was pushing myself up, ready to go. I fell off my board and got a serious knock in the head — the board hit me and now was drowning together with me.

I completely lost my orientation in the water. It was really scary! I could not understand where the bottom was or where the top was, and I felt that it was just a matter of seconds for me, if I didn’t find a way up I would drown. I was already short of breath and panicking.

And suddenly it was as if I heard a voice inside my head saying: “Just hold on to the board and the waves will bring you up.” So I grabbed the board and did nothing.

Of course, later, I realized that my instincts had led me in the right direction at that moment, but when the beach guards helped me out of the water and rushed me to the hospital, I was sure that there was some mystic guardian angel behind my magic escape from underwater.

After some checks at the hospital, where the doctors made sure that I was alright, I saw my parents who came to pick me up from the hospital.


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