I was born on February 30th. For this claim, they locked me up in St. Paul Hospital, a mental asylum that could not be found on any map.
And there I have learned why our world doesn't have the 30th day in February anymore and why the so-called Mandela Effect is more than just urban legend.
I have also found my missing brother in the hospital, in the most unexpected way.
Warning: Not for the faint of heart.
Warning: Not for the faint of heart.