Not long ago, I was chatting with my brother, who is 5 years younger than me. We were talking about life, and love, and then we moved on to a more serious subject: making funny faces at each other through the computer screen. In doing so, he mentioned-and showed me-: "hey, I can't wink with my left eye, can you?" I said yes, off course I can, but I can't with my right. We looked at each other via the built-in cameras, showed our complementary winking abilitites, paused for about 3 and a half seconds, and bursted in loud laugh.
We thought the winking story was very funny, and began surveying other body functions that seemed complementary. My brother is right handed, while I write and throw with my left arm, think with the left side of my brain, kick with my left leg, and even have to contain myself from using my 'left side' every time I shake hands. We also compared our childhood accidents and important visits to the hospital, and realized that the left side of his body does not scar, hurt, bruse, nor does it react to the heat or cold. As for me, my whole life is reflected on my left: from the huge scar on the back of my arm, to the fact that I have to cut the left side of my hair twice as much since it always seems to be wayyy longer than its counterpart.
At that point, I still did not know that our entire lives were about to change in a matter of days, maybe minutes...
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Very Interesting. I never knew that about you. You are left hand. I didn't get a chance to find out with little time I know you. Feliz Cumpleanos.
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