As far back as I can remember, my uncle (through marriage) has own this house in chino, ca. I practically grew up there, always visiting my cousins and eventually living there as and adult with my cousins and my aunt, although my aunt and uncle by then were divorced. One of my cousins, J.J. as we call him, was about 8 at the time. I was about 18. J.J. is handicapped, since birth. Well, he had an imaginary friend, at least we though he was imaginary. At first we didnt think much of it. Especially me, I never really paid much attention. Until one night I was in the bathroom and when I looked towards the floor by the bathtub I saw a little boy laying there in a puddle of blood, his little body was totally unclothed and he was pale white. Needless to say I ran out of the bathroom screaming. When I confronted my aunt and told her what I saw and described the boy. It turns out that J.J's imaginary friend fit the description. He kept telling us his friend was real but we neve! r listened until now. Later we found out that the boy was a victim of child abuse, and that his father accidently killed him by attempting to throw him into the bathtub, but instead he hit his head against the side of the tub. How it changed my life:More willing to listen before judging
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