Sometimes in his dreams... there's this kid...
Sometimes he's 4? maybe 5?
Sometimes he's around 10?
And he feels like a friend,
like a partner in crimer,
like an annoyance,
like...,
like...,
like... someone he has to....
he has to...
he has to...
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Sometimes he looks at his little brothers and sees...
A little kid wearing red...
A little kid with a shy smile...
A little kid... with his own brown eyes...
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And sometimes when he plays with his friends he sees...
A kid playing cards...
A kid with a control on his hands
A kid... failing at Just Dance....
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"Did I have a brother?" He asks 'Did I leave someone behind?' he doesn't dare ask.
"You have two, you know that" His dad smiles. 'Not what I meant!' he doesn't shout, but Mom still gets it somehow.
"Not that we know of sweetheart" she explains "according to childservices there was only you".
And he knows that!
They have told him that! Many, many times!
He knows some people found him in a park?
He knows the police got involved.
He knows no family appeared to pick him up.
He knows no registers came up.
He knows he was sent to..., to...
He knows Jeff and Rebekha took him in.
That Jeff and Rebekha mom and dad decided to adopt him almost right away!
That he was all alone at the tender age of 12..., that there was no one else..., 'right?'
But still, something inside him whispers...
"Did you remember something?" Mom asks him with worry and encouragement in her eyes.
"No... I mean... I don't think so? I... I don't know..."
His memory is a mess and they all know it.
He can hardly remember his time in...
His time in..., in the orphanage...
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Sometimes in his dreams... he sees a stranger...
A stranger with his eyes...
With his nose...
With his smile...
A teen his own age, his own height... his own...
But he is all alone and he hides.
He is all alone and he lies.
He is alone in the dark...
He runs, searches, and he...
and he...
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There are times when he sees things that are not there...
When he hears things nobody said...
'Whoa, Mom. Are you old Red Riding Hood?'
'I'm a Sokovian fortune teller.'
When he feels...
He feels...
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Sometimes he feels out of sync, all jittery, full of energy.
Sometimes at school, he feels like hecan't stand still!
Like, he could run a hundred laps, and still, that wouldn't be enough!
Like nothing can't keep his attention enough.
"It might be ADHD" his doctor tells them.
He gets his medicine and it helps!
Or at least... that's what he says.
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Sometimes in his dreams, there are flashes of dreadful purple...
Of scary white....
Of all consuming red...
But luckily there's also soothing blue...
Relieving blue...
Hopeful blue...
Remorseful, loving, tender blue.
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At times, it's hard to tell what's real and what's just a dream.
What's solid and what's just a ghost...
An echo of something... something... something that might have been.
But as he sees flashes of gold and red in the sky.
As he sees pieces of a bus go straight to his little brothers...
He doesn't think twice and runs as fast as he can!
Which turns out to be really fast!
'Let go of my brother!'
And it might be just a dream... but he could swear there's a flash of blue in the air.
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Sometimes in his dreams, there's this little boy...
Sometimes in his dreams, there's this kid...
Sometimes in his dreams, there's this teen...
And he might feel like a ghost, like an echo.
But that's ok, 'cause he is fast enough!
He will definitely catch up to him on his own!