I just had a dream. I was at a carnival with my cousins Savio and R. For some reason there was a guy carrying snakes and one bit Savio. It was poisonous. I carried him and his limp body around trying to get out and find help but the guy with the snake was everywhere. I was trying to protect R and carry Savio.
Why is it that in most of my dreams of Savio he's dying? Or dead. Or he's telling me goodbye cause he has to go. Last time he didn't even finish his chicken nuggets.
I miss him. I still wonder what kind of man he would grow up to be if he was allowed to grow up. I guess reading about the child who died at the Boston marathon brought up Savio in my mind. He was also a carefree living kid that loved everything in the world. He was smart and shy.
RIP little guy. I hope ill see you again some day.
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