Let me start by saying that I have no history of any mental disorders.

I have never done drugs, and I haven't been drinking.

Also on my father's side of the family, we have a tradition that I have known about for

most of my life.

That every firstborn son has the initials JCM or JDM.

Knowing this, I picked out my son's name a few years back, and it's unique when I've

definitely never heard before.

Let's move on.

About a year ago, when I was 21 years old, I shared an apartment with two female roommates,

Kaya and Amber.

It was late in the afternoon, and I just got not for work and was at home.

When I opened the front door, there was a little boy crouching on the floor that I'd never

seen before.

I closed the door, and he ran up to me with a smile and hugged my legs.

I said hello, and he looked up and said hi.

I asked him who he was here with, and he said with you.

I caught out the Kaya and Amber thinking maybe they had to babysit a brother or nephew

or something, but nobody was home.

The place was empty.

I asked who his mom was, and he told me to stop being silly.

Confused, I asked him what his name was, and then my heart dropped.

Daddy, it's me, Jairgan.

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