Time Capsule From Eighth Grade (2012) to Senior Year (2017)

Author’s Note: Hello. Wow, where to even begin on this mess… Hmm… So, obviously from the title this is a time capsule from jr. high eighth grade Manting to high school senior Manting. When I entered high school, I anticipated this time capsule for the longest time. As I got older, I began to not think about this so much. And as if it was waiting for me, in the second semester of my senior year. It arrived. I vividly remember some of the answers I wrote but not all of them. And oh my god. My grammar was so horrible. It’s gotten better now, but my god it was so eye-opening rereading it. Not to mention even my handwriting was atrocious. We were assigned to write and finish this in my English class. Thus, some of my written answers weren’t as considerate or thoughtful as I would’ve liked them to be. My English teacher (Mrs. Price) was great, I just didn’t learn well. No way could she have saved my horrible handwriting or my grammar mistakes.

Expect a lot of profanity. I forgot how much profanity I used during my jr. high days. I swear I was mature during jr. high too. It just won’t be shown in this time capsule. I do apologize beforehand for that. In the sense of authenticity, I didn’t fix grammar errors or make sentences more complete. I wrote most things word for word… But I did change some things that were too horrible to ignore. Overall, this isn’t censored so some things are going to be bad… ish…

I’m going to reanswer the time capsule questions again at the very end of this. It’ll be more serious and thoughtful this time. Since, I’ve gotten older and obtained more knowledge, maybe reanswering these questions will give you an insight into how I’ve changed since eighth grade. This is by far one of the cringiest things I’ve done. Hopefully, you’ll get a few laughs or chuckles from this. Enjoy!

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Time Capsule Questions: To Be Opened In Four Years (2017)

  1. My favorite song of the year.
  2. Person I most enjoy being with.
  3. What I like to do in my spare time.
  4. Describe your favorite shirt.
  5. Your favorite possession.
  6. Favorite teacher and why?
  7. Favorite class and why?
  8. Dream career.
  9. Where do you sit at lunch and with whom?
  10. What do you talk about.
  11. Describe a wall/vignette in your room.
  12. Six words that describe eighth grade.
  13. What are you glad to be leaving behind?
  14. What do you most look forward to?
  15. What would you like to ‘pass down’ and to which sevie would you like to dedicate it too?
  16. What elective are you taking next year?
  17. What are you most hopeful about?
  18. What is your biggest worry/concern about in high school?
  19. What is your biggest worry/concern about life?
  20. What advice can you give to incoming seventh graders to help them be successful next year?
  21. What advice do you give next year’s eighth graders?
  22. What do you expect high school to be like?
  23. What goal have you set for yourself to be accomplished in the next year?
  24. What goal have you set for yourself to be accomplished in the next four years?
  25. What is the most serious thing that happened to you this year and how did you overcome it?
  26. What advice do you give yourself?
  27. What value is the most important to you and why?
  28. What is one thing you secretly wish for?
  29. What advice can you offer teachers?
  30. What advice can you offer parents?
  31. What brings you joy?
  32. What do you know for sure?
  33. Describe yourself in the year 2017.

Answers to Time Capsule Questions

Manting Xiong
5/31/13
Per 5


Dear Senior Manting,
It’s good to see you again you sexy looking man. Hey, remember these 33 things you wrote down in eighth grade English class?

  1. Favorite song of the year is Lil Crazed – The Good Life
  2. The person I enjoyed mast with was with Eric Xiong, Kou Yang, A Lo, Anthony Lo, and Yaze Xiong.
  3. I practiced break dancing in my free time.
  4. My favorite was the living the dream where it shows a kid sitting down and playing games.
  5. My favorite possein was my awesome calculator: Team Player
  6. Ms. Price cus she was nice teacher & she didn’t give out too much homework.
  7. 4th period Leadership was my favorite class because everyday I got to see my crush.
  8. A youtuber or Achievement Hunter LPer.
  9. I sit with my Asian Group.
  10. Girls, Games, asshole teachers, plus High School.
  11. I have pictures of myself.
  12. Cool, badass, shit, amazing, legit, swag.
  13. Some of the bitchass staffs.
  14. See some of my old friends in High school.
  15. None/ Ben Travers
  16. Leadership/Choir
  17. Homework/relationships
  18. My boners.
  19. Getting to marry my crush.
  20. Don’t Give Up!
  21. Don’t have sex!
  22. Hard as fuck!
  23. Lose weight!
  24. Get myself a girlfriend my crush.
  25. Leadership communciting service hours.
  26. Don’t Fuck Up.
  27. My life.
  28. To be rich!
  29. Don’t be Fags!
  30. Same ↑ Shit
  31. See her smile every day.
  32. Some people Are little bitches.
  33. I would be muscular, I would have a girlfriend, I would graduate, I wouldn’t have lost my V card, I would have a better life.
  34. Special: 8th grade crushes
    • Sadie Pressman and Hayley Colwes

Wow… What a rollercoaster ride that was.  Okay, here is the explanation for each answer. And also more serious answers to the questions.

1. Favorite Song of the Year?
In jr. high, the main artist I listened to was Lil Crazed. I stopped listening to Lil Crazed once I got into high school. I don’t know why. I think it was just natural. I was groovin’ to his music like I used to. It was just eh. But yeah, I actually got the title wrong. It’s K.i.D – The Good Life.

Now, my favorite artist is GOT7 and my favorite song from them is called ‘Let Me’. In general, Kpop is my main genre of music now.

2. Person I most enjoy being with?

My favorite people I used to hang out with are my Hmong classmates. I forgot to mention the seventh graders that also hung out with us. Essentially, we were a large group. Some people in our group weren’t able to be in the picture.

Once we got into high school. We drifted apart. It wasn’t an instant change but gradually I started to hang out less and less with them. Maybe, it was because I kept taking different classes from them. They wanted to stick together and take the same courses together while I wanted to experience newer things. I took classes that they didn’t take. Maybe that was when we started to drift apart from each other. It was still fun when we had the same classes together in jr. high, but I wanted to challenge myself and see how much I can grow and change from being in an environment apart from them. In the end, I was able to grow and learn more about myself. But that also meant that my friendship with them deteriorated. Because even if they didn’t tell me. I can see that many of them saw it as me leaving them. In some way, I alienated myself from them. That was when I started to get comfortable doing things on my own; becoming a Lone Wolf. 

Who do I hang out with nowadays? Nowadays I hang out with the friends I’ve made from EOP in Summer Bridge. But we don’t have a lot of free time to actually hang out together. Everyone is so busy that we’ll only hang out together as our EOP group maybe once or twice per semester. But I’m still on my own a lot of the time. I’ve gotten used to the lone-wolf mentality. I’m used to eating by myself too. I know some people find it extremely difficult to eat alone but for me, it doesn’t really matter.

3. What do I like to do in my spare time?
In jr. high, break dancing was the biggest new trend for my group and me. Whenever we had free time after school, we would practice breakdancing. I wasn’t very good. It was fun though, so I didn’t really care. If you want to see another cringy thing of my past, here’s the link to our one performance as a group.  https://youtu.be/mzg9LX4tSyY

What do I like to do in my spare time now? Listening to music, singing, dancing, writing, playing video games, and playing volleyball. Nothing too special or different. I don’t break dance anymore though.

4. Describe your favorite shirt.

This was the shirt I was talking about. Living The Dream…

What’s my favorite shirt now? I don’t really have one to be honest. I’m not a fashionable person even though people tell me that I dress like a fuck boy. So, I don’t know how to describe my fashion sense or taste. 

5. Your favorite possession.
In junior high, I had a calculator I used for math. I got it from the lost and found bin at my school. It had a slidey thing that you had to slip over the screen and the buttons. Inside the slidey thing, ‘Team Player’ was written in permanent marker on the slidey thing. So, that is how my calculator became my favorite possession.


My favorite possession now… hmm… I would say my favorite possession is the bronze/ gold medal I received from Chico Rotary Club. I received it in 2013 (The same year I wrote this time capsule) for the Outstanding Citizenship Award. I was actually very surprised when I heard my name being called up for it. No one told me about it and I wasn’t expecting it at all. I was one of two students who received the award. The other recipient was a girl called Hayley Colwes. The only way that I must’ve won it was my Leadership teacher; Mr. Andy Wahl telling Chico Rotary Club about me. And if a Chico Rotary Club Rep is reading this. I sincerely thank you for selecting me for this award. Oddly enough, in my senior year. I also got bestowed a scholarship from the Chico Rotary Club Foundation too. So, I guess it came in full circle from my eighth-grade year to my senior year.

6. Favorite teacher and why?
I answered with Mrs. Price. She was really chill and taught us well. She always answered our questions thoroughly and never belittle us. I always enjoyed going to her class in my eighth-grade year.


My favorite teacher ever is gotta be Mrs. Delgardo. Mrs. Delgardo was my choir teacher from my freshmen year of high school to the end of my junior year of high school. Unfortunately, she retired at the end of my junior year. But I wished she would’ve taught us for my senior year. And then retire. She was the one who taught me the importance of music and singing. And how joyous it could enrich our lives. Choir was a class I always looked forward to in my high school years. Well, not so much in my senior year. And that was due to having a new timid music teacher and privileged shitty classmates. But I won’t get into that. That’s a story for another day. If you’re wondering what kind of drama that was, then you’ll have to wait. Because I’ll make sure to write it. Other than my senior year, the choir was great. It was a big stress reliever and there was always positive vibes in the classroom. 

7. Favorite class and why?
I’m shaking my head while I’m writing this. What a corny thing to say/ write. Really younger Manting? He wasn’t wrong though. The fourth period was my favorite class not because of seeing my old crush. But because it was fun and I got to work in an environment that was really out of my comfort zone. Which made me improve my interpersonal and intrapersonal skills. The students who were in the class were very nice and supportive too. It was a good environment to be in. And getting to be around pretty girls was a plus 😀

Overall I always enjoyed classes like Leadership or Student Government. I loved working on behind-the-scenes stuff, planning and executing events. Hell, even cleaning up events was always fun. So for my favorite class in high school, it was either Student Government or Choir. But I would probably choose Choir over Student Government. I had more fond and positive memories in Choir than I did in Student Government. I actually took both Student Government and Choir both in the same year during my junior year. Granted I didn’t have a lot of free time because I was always doing something but it was still fun nonetheless. It kept me busy and distracted me from problems I had at home.

8. Dream career.

My dream career when I was younger was to be a Youtuber or be a part of Rooster Teeth. Specifically, part of Achievement Hunter in Rooster Teeth. During jr. high, the trend of doing challenges and recreating trendy stuff was the new big thing. PSY’s Gangnam Style and many other things like that became the new ‘big’ thing. So, I thought becoming a YouTuber was the way to. And that was when I also started to watch a lot of entertainment company videos and gaming videos. Like Rooster Teeth and The Creatures. I even began my own youtube channel that had me commentating while playing a video game. You’ll never find it because I deleted it a long time ago. That was a long time ago though. 

Dream career now… I’m trying to become a History teacher… so that’s my dream career? But in all honesty, my dream career would either be a professional volleyball player or a Korean Pop Idol. Those two occupations are something that I love to do. I love playing volleyball and I love to sing and dance. With volleyball, I’m just too short of a player to play front row with all these tall players. I love to pass and play back row too but I become more alive and empowered while playing front row. If I was taller, more athletic, and had more hops. Maybe then I could become a professional volleyball player. As for the dream career to become a Kpop Idol. You would have to be scouted at a young age (elementary – jr. high) and then go through X amount of years of training. Until the company you’re training at, deems you’re ready to debut. And for that to happen, you have to be very hard-working and have some amount of talent, to begin with. Hard work will always beat out talent. If someone has both a great work ethic and talent. No matter how much hard work you put in. You’ll never overcome that. I’m already past the age of becoming a Kpop trainee. I’m not good at singing or dancing too. So, maybe in another lifetime. I’ll be more blessed with those skills to pursue them.

9. Where do you sit at lunch and with whom?
I mostly sat with my Hmong group. Nothing special about it. We would usually walk around campus or stand around and chill in one of the hallways or by the basketball courts in jr. high.

10. What do you talk about?
Not much has changed since then. I still talk about the same things. But now with different people. My EOP group of friends and I talk about girls, games, work, the future, our past, sports, and college. We don’t talk about teachers or professors much anymore. Pretty much whatever is hot at the moment on the internet will become the main topic of whomever we talk to in life.

11. Describe a wall/vignette in your room.
I still have pictures of myself that are hung up around my room. But over Thanksgiving break, I purchased my first ever Kpop album from the group called Berry Good. A large poster came with the album. That poster is always the first and last thing I see before going to sleep. 

12. Six words that describe eighth grade.
Fun. Thankful. Realization. Privilege. Busy. Laughable.

1. Fun – I was able to have an enjoyable eighth-grade year. Leadership was always fun to attend. P.E. wasn’t as bad as people made it out to be. English was nice with Mrs. Price.

2. Thankful – Thankful for the opportunities I was able to experience due to Leadership and Mr. Wahl.

3. Realization – This wasn’t so much for eighth grade as it was for my home life. I realized a lot of things at home this year.

4. Privilege – I kinda understood privilege a bit more due to Leadership. I was able to do things other non – leadership students weren’t able to do.

5. Busy – I felt pretty busy in my eighth-grade year. In Leadership, one of our assignments for each semester was to do 10 – 20 hours of community service in Chico. The way to record your community service hours was after an event you helped out at. You would bring your community service sheet with you and have one of the supervisors at that event sign it. Once you’ve obtained the necessary amount of community service hours. You would then turn in the sheet to Mr. Wahl and receive points for it. I always went overbroad and do more than the necessary amount.

6. Laughable – Eighth grade was laughable because thinking back to it. There are things I did that make me cringe or think “What was I doing?” Bringing some good and bad memories back into my head.

13. What are you glad to be leaving behind?
Okay, now tis one… As Kevin Hart would say “Let Me Explain.” There were a handful of staff at Chico Jr. that I didn’t like. I still had a good education at CJHS but not all the staff were friendly or kind to minority students like myself. I had two incidents where I was called into the vice principal’s office and one incident of being called into the counselors’ office. The incident with me being called into the counselors’ office and then into the vice principal’s office are linked. And then the second time I went to the vice principal’s office was something different.

My first incident was during my seventh-grade year. This incident was both with my counselor and the vice principal. It was all related to my P.E. teachers and my grade in P.E. This is going to be a long explanation. So, in my first semester, my P.E. teacher was Mr. Brown. Old white dude with a white goatee. He always wore a straw hat and sunglasses. I don’t know why but every P.E. teacher at CJHS wore sunglasses. Don’t know why, but I can probably figure it out. Just not going to say it… Anyways, Mr. Brown would never input points or grades. Never. He would wait until like the final month and then insert our grades into Aeries. Aeries is the portal account used by Chico Unified School District to track grades, attendance, graduation progress (high school), etc. He had us turn in a lot of assignments that were related to the sport/ unit we were currently playing. So there were assignments that needed to be graded and inputted into Aeries to show what our grades were.
So those were a couple of not-so-good staff that I had to deal with at CJHS. Still a good middle school though. It’s all water under the bridge now. I don’t think about it anymore.

Author’s Note: Damn, that was longer than I expected. I gotta that a break and I’ll be back.

14. What do you most look forward to?
When I graduated from jr. high to high school. I looked forward to seeing my upperclassmen friends again. That was mostly what I thought about.

Now, I look forward to what new opportunities will arise for me. I’m actually finding too many opportunities that now, I have to be very careful and smart with what I yes to and what I say no to. So, let’s see what 2019 will have in store for us all. 🙂

15. What would you like to ‘pass down’ and to which sevie would you like to dedicate it to?
I had some good sevies that I thought were cool and nice. Jack Sheridan, Chad Dollarhide, Ben Travers, Luke Neuhart, Geovanni (I don’t know his last name). We were all together in Leadership except for Geo. Geo and I were in Algebra-a together. Funny enough, Jack and I would become volleyball teammates together in high school. 

16. What advice would I give to students going into Jr. high?
Now that I’m 20… I would say, enjoy your youthfulness and childlike self as much as you can. The older you get, the more unwanted responsibilities you’ll start to have. And pretty soon those responsibilities will change your mindset more into adults. You’re at that age where you naively think you know about most things in life. But the reality is that you still have so much more to learn and understand. Some will be more experienced, educated, mature, or wiser than others and that’s fine. In, general everyone still has a lot to learn about. 

17. What elective are you taking next year?
I didn’t get into Student Government which I was saddened about. But little did I know, Choir was the best elective available at CHS. I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. Then to have choir as freshmen.

18. What are you most hopeful about?
I wrote homework/ relationships…

Homework – I wanted to be more efficient and diligent when I worked on my homework. So I wanted to improve the way how I approached my homework and how I completed them.

Relationships – I don’t know why but I really wanted to experience what having a girlfriend would be like. Or being in that type of relationship would be like. It was only wishful thinking though. I ended up going through high school without getting into a serious relationship. I thought about it from time to time… But overall, I didn’t think I was ready for a relationship yet. I wanted to improve myself to the point where I feel confident enough to get into a relationship. And that is still my mindset now.

19. What is your biggest worry/concern about in high school?
Yeah… So… I was worried about my boners. mainly because I had so many boners during jr. high that I thought it would only get worse or increase in high school. It’s not like I had an irregular amount of boners per day. but like the times when I had them were terrible timing. It would always be like towards the end of class when I would get boners. Which meant that everyone would have to get up and get out of class and walk over to their next class. And I would usually be the slow person that would get up only after everyone has left besides the teacher. And no, I didn’t get boners because I was perverted. I got them because they were natural. Just bad timing. The worse was always before lunch. I was sitting down. I would be the last person to get lunch that day. They would last for like 30 seconds – 1 minute. I know, quite embarrassing. Don’t worry, I had to deal with that until like the end of my freshmen year. That’s when it got better. And not be horrible timing.

My biggest worry about high school now. I would say it’s trying to stay motivated throughout high school. I know it may sound easy. But I can definitely say that motivation has a lot to do with whether a student will finish high school or not. Most people get through high school somehow. Students just have to find whatever that motivation is to continue to get through high school. By the time most students get to their senior year, they’re pretty much done with the whole idea of school (unless they’re trying to go to college). Everyone else is ready to finish high school and be done with education forever.

20. What is your biggest worry/concern about life?
Getting to marry my crush. Wow, younger Manting. No that’s not your biggest worry. At this point in my life, I’m more concerned about what my future will be like. Global warming, climate change, advancement of technology, increase in population, and the rising cost of raising a family. It worries me if I’ll be able to have a family and support them. Plus, if we’re even going to be alive in 20, 30, or 40 years from now. We fucked up the Earth so bad, we’re endangered now.

21. What advice can you give to incoming seventh graders to help them be successful next year?
Don’t Give Up!

Wow, I actually gave good advice. Don’t give up on school and don’t procrastinate. And that can be applied to life as well.

22. What advice do you give next year’s eighth graders?
Don’t have sex!

I still agree with this. I definitely think jr. high students are much too young to start having sex. During my eighth-grade graduation, one of my classmates walked the stage and she was pregnant. I was so surprised like… You’re the same age as me and you’re pregnant already? That’s… wow… I would not want to be in that situation.

Whether people want to admit it or not, I would say about 60 – 70% of students lose their virginity during high school. I know that in my graduating class, about 80% of us already lost our virginity already. I’m not going to disclose which percent I’m in, you can assume what you want. It would make sense too, that’s the age when you start to explore your sexuality. And the rumors about ‘this student doing this with that student’ were usually 90% true. It seemed like more students were focused on relationships and alcohol/ drug substances than actually learning at my high school.

23. What do you expect high school to be like?
Hard as fuck!

I wasn’t too wrong. It was difficult but only at that time. Looking back on it, it wasn’t anything too difficult. I think it was a bit difficult due to all the stress we have at that stage of our life. Puberty, school work, work (if you did), relationships, sports, grades, depression, not knowing what to do after high school, etc. 

24. What goal have you set for yourself to be accomplished in the next year?
Lose weight.

Yes, that is still a goal I have to this day. Haven’t done too well on it. Throughout high school, I was always between 160 – 167. I never gained or lose weight and passed those measurements until I got into college. I use to be skinny and slim until my third-grade year in elementary. After I had come back from Las Vegas over the summer, I noticed I gained hella weight. Ever since then, I’ve always been chubby/ fat.

Now I’m at 172 lbs. I would like it if one day I could lose enough lbs. to be around the 150s. I don’t want to make that a New Year’s resolution because I just don’t have the time for it. But I would like to at least, drop back down to 160’s. And then focus on dropping down to the 150s. 

25. What goal have you set for yourself to be accomplished in the next four years?
Get a girlfriend. Wow, umm. It never happened. I pretty much answered this question earlier with question #17. And here it is again if you forgot. [I don’t know why but I really wanted to experience what having a girlfriend would be like. Or being in that type of relationship would be like. It was only wishful thinking though. I ended up going through high school without getting into a serious relationship. I thought about it from time to time… But overall, I didn’t think I was ready for a relationship yet. I wanted to improve myself to the point where I feel confident enough to get into a relationship. And that is still my mindset now.]

26. What is the most serious thing that happened to you this year and how did you overcome it?
Me during eighth grade, trying to acquire the necessary amount of community service hours was difficult for me. I didn’t know where I could find the opportunities to get these community service hours. Mr. Wahl was very helpful but aside from him and his insight. I pretty much didn’t know where and how to find the opportunities to complete this assignment. I was able to complete it and have an enjoyable time with it. Looking back on it… There were more than enough opportunities that soon arose and I never had too much of a hard time with it.

27. What advice do you give yourself?
Don’t Fuck Up.

Or simply, don’t mess up in life. But that’s a really difficult thing not to do. So, that advice to myself now is invalid. 

Being older and experiencing more interesting things in life. The advice I would give to my younger self, it would be. Try to be more confident in the things you do in life. I say this because, throughout high school, I had different levels of confidence. Being confident in what you’re doing, whether it’s sports, arts, school, work, etc. If you feel confident in what you’re doing. That will improve your mood, mindset, and your will/ motivation. And all of that contributes to loving yourself. And love who you are. It’s easier said than done. Because one little or small thing can always derail your confidence. There were times during high school, I just felt so confident in my abilities that I felt like I could do no wrong. And then there were days when I felt so low and doubtful about my ability that it would put me in a gloomy mood all day. This is still something that I’m working on with myself as well. It’s going to be a work in progress throughout my life. So, I don’t think I’ll be able to solve this ‘thing’ anytime soon.

28. What value is the most important to you and why?
Obviously, I didn’t understand what the question was asking. Let’s see… the most important value to me… I would say, having a good moral compass. And that could be very broad but making the right decisions.  A natural feeling that makes people know what is right and wrong and how they should behave. I believe I have a strong moral compass but some other people might disagree with that. And sometimes it’s difficult to judge if this is the morally correct choice or not. One decision could be viewed as the morally correct choice for one person, and for another person that choice is the immoral choice. And vice versa.

29. What is one thing you secretly wish for?
Yes, to be rich.

And some people might be viewing this as me being a materialistic person. Which, I’m not. But I do want to be rich one day. And experience the extravagant lifestyle. Where money ISN’T an issue. Because rich people would always say, “Money doesn’t buy happiness.” I would disagree with that. Because growing up dirt poor. Being rich was one of the many things you would’ve dreamed about. I think there are very different perspectives and mindsets for two individuals to become wealthy. The mindset of someone who has been dirt poor their entire life, and then be rich. Would be completely different from someone who was already born into that wealthy lifestyle.

30. What advice can you offer teachers?
Be more open-minded to a student’s question(s) or situation. As someone who is trying to become a future teacher. I’m trying to break down that ‘barrier’ between students and teachers/ professors. Some teachers and professors demand you to have honorifics when you address them. And I think that is complete bs. Why should I give you respect just because you have a title under your name? Respect is earned, not given. If you’re a teacher and you do a shitty job at teaching, why should I continue to give you respect when you’re incompetent at your job? I wish students and teachers would view each other more as human beings rather than seeing each other as ‘teachers’ and ‘students’.

31. What advice can you offer parents?
I’m just going to skip this question. My view on parents is very complicated so if you’re genuinely interested. You can me and I’ll answer it then.

32. What brings you joy?
See her smile every day… Wow, if that isn’t one of the corniest things to ever say. What brings me joy is to be around people with similar mindsets and people who you can really connect with. It sounds easy, like oh you can connect just about with anyone. But I’m a lot happier now in college than I was in high school and that has a lot to do with the people I hang out with.

It also brings me joy in seeing how my actions have positively impacted someone’s life. I don’t view myself as an inspirational person or a role model. Not because I don’t believe I am those things. Because I do. I do know I’m an inspirational person and a positive role model. The reason why I deny those things is because once I start seeing something as ‘it’s special’ or ‘I’m special.’ Then I start to lose the humility that comes with it. And I’ll flex once or twice when the time comes and I achieve success. But until then, I want to remain humble about my success so far and the little things I’ve achieved so far. I really believe in these three things. You’re never too popular, famous, wealthy, or important to be nice, kind, and humble.

33. What do you know for sure?
Some people are little bitches..
It’s still true… Don’t see a problem with it. Maybe changing the last word would be good though.

34. Describe yourself in the year 2017.
I think I’ve already answered this question with another post. Click this link if you want to find out. ———> High School Journey
Hopefully, I’ll be slimmer and handsome in 2020. 😀 And hopefully I’ll have gained some new skills and experience new things.

Special: Yeah… I had a crush on two girls in my eighth-grade year. They were Sadie Pressman and Hayley Colwes. Once I got into high school though. I didn’t like them anymore. I moved on and just didn’t have any feelings for them anymore. Plain and simple, nothing more nothing less.


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Magnus and Nelson

Author’s Note: This is the first ever story that I wrote, it is a true story with added fiction. It actually originated from the Twice Amino app. I was in a group chat called ‘Shy Shy Shy’. I was in that chat for about a year chatting with random people and fans of Twice. One night, one of the people in the chatroom was expressing to us about their life and the struggles they were going through. After listening to them share their story, I decided to share this story more in the way of a bedtime story. The version that I shared in TA was the rough draft of this story. It didn’t contain as much detail and emotion as the final version. The true story aspect of this piece is components of my life that I incorporated. I hope you’ll enjoy reading this piece!

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To his brother, “Come get me now.” His brother replies, “I can’t, I have a meeting to go to.” “Screw the damn meeting, you told me you would get me later, this is later. Now come get me!” Nelson yelled into his phone. “Call Dad and tell him to pick you up.” Then his brother hangs up. The boy gives up and doesn’t call his father. He stands out in the cold hoping that his brother wouldn’t leave him waiting too long.

“Even if I called Dad, he wouldn’t come get me. Doesn’t my brother realize that we only have one car!?” Time passes. It’s cold, dark, and loud but surprisingly, the night is silent as well. “Where is he?” He looks at his phone and sees it is 8:00 PM. 8:30 PM goes by, 9:30 PM goes by, 10:00 PM. “He’s not coming to get me…” Eyes of death stare at him from far away, he stands there patiently waiting to pounce on the prey. The boy looks at his phone “4 miles away.” Coming to terms that his brother will not come to get him. He begins to walk home. Death follows closely behind him.

“I’m left for dead…” He whispers to himself as he continues his journey home. Death still follows the boy getting more excited with each passing second. “He left me, he CHOSE to leave me… Why do people think he is so great?! He is not my brother, we are too different, and we fight too much. He does not care about me. We do not have that brotherly bond like most people have!” The boy angrily says to himself. Tears began to flow from his eyes and he stopped, frozen due to his emotions. Death takes this opportunity and slowly creeps up right behind him. The boy felt death’s hand on his shoulders, he heard the sound of a knife being unsheathed from death’s belt. The knife was brought up right next to his neck.

Time froze with the boy staring up at the teary night sky. In this moment he thought about all his past mistakes, his regrets, his wishes, his pleads, and his aspirations. At this moment, he saw future versions of ghosts that resembled himself appear coming down towards him. The ghosts were angry and mad at him that he would allow something so insignificant to affect him.

Everything the boy had experienced in life, the ghosts were enraged that this little incident was what brought down their savior. They were enraged that they came to him and he was throwing them away because he was the one going to bring them life and utilize them to their fullest potential. Time resumes, and Nelson closes his eyes and braces for the incoming knife wound. Nothing happens.

S3

Death retreats before Nelson opens his eyes. Nelson looks around and finds death is nowhere to be found. He checks himself, nothing is gone and he still has everything. He was not stabbed by the knife that death had with him. Nelson continues to cry. “If I were to die tonight, no one would care. No one will know. What is the point of living this life?! This life where weakness is only present and the storm never passes…” Nelson asked himself.

Nelson looks at his phone, it is now 11:00 PM. “I will cut through the park and save some time.” Nelson stops by the pool and admires the giant pool in the park. “The pool in the park appears calm and peaceful.” Death reappears and stares at Nelson some more with those dark, cold, and hungry eyes. Nelson continues to think about his brother, his life, about dying and tears flood his eyes again. A thought comes to his mind. “Maybe, I should drown myself and end this wretched life.”

Nelson slowly walks towards the pool. He stares at the 3-foot warning on the ground, and he walks along the edge of the pool. 5-feet, 6-feet, 7-feet. “This is deep enough.” He told himself. Death stares with a blank face, not believing what he is seeing. Nelson looks at his phone and says quietly “I love you. Tonight, this is how my story ends.” As he stares at the still water, he notices something in the water. The future ghosts have returned, and they slowly begin to wrench him into the water as vengeance upon him.

Before he hits the water, the last thing he hears is an item dropping on the ground. Surprisingly, inside the pool, it felt nice. It is silent, calm, and dark with the water engulfing him. It is as if he entered another world. Somehow, being in the water feels like a mother’s embrace. A feeling he never truly had felt. The voices of the ghosts surround him and eventually, their voices overlap, and it becomes silent as they drown out each other. Nelson felt his body become lifeless and numb. He decided he needed to sleep and rest for a very long time. Nelson closes his eyes and accepts the opportunity to rest and he dreams.

S1

(Insides Nelson’s dream) “Where am I?” Nelson was standing next to a Dutch Bros shop. He was looking around confused about why he was brought to Dutch Bros when he saw a dream version of himself driving away from Dutch Bros. He followed the car back to his school. Dream Nelson was surrounded by his friends whom he called ‘brothers’. “I miss my brothers, they brought me joy and love during a time when I couldn’t love myself,” Nelson said as he watched his dream self smiling and laughing with his brothers. “Well Nelson, it’s time, are you ready?” Ausen asked. “Yeah, I guess. I mean, what is the worst that can happen? She says no?” said Nelson. “Well, do you have a backup plan at least?” Divan asked.

“Nope, I’m just gonna go in there and do my best and hope she says yes,” Nelson said with a smile. “I got a text from Cis. It said that she is in class today. Let’s go!” said Dream Nelson. “What is going on? More importantly, who is ‘she’ that they are talking about?” said a confused Nelson looking from far away. He followed them to the classroom. “Wait… I know this classroom. Why did I bring Dutch Bros to class with my brothers?” Nelson said confusingly.

Since it was a dream, he walked into the classroom and sat down in the seat with the best view to see what was going to happen. Dream Nelson and his brothers walked into the classroom and he went straight to the most beautiful girl in the room. Now seated, Nelson couldn’t believe what he was seeing. His eyes grew wide and he said “No way, he is not going to do what I think he’s going to do.” As Dream Nelson got closer and closer to her, seated Nelson realized who the girl was.

Her name was Bekah.

S

“Bekah!?” said Nelson in awe. She was beautiful, but not like those girls you see on your Instagram feeds. She was beautiful in the way she thought and how she worried about others first. She was beautiful for her ability to make other people smile even during times when she was sad. The way her eyes sparkled when she talked about her passion. Her openness and honesty were refreshing. Her exterior was beautiful, however, that was temporary. That was not what I was looking for. She was beautiful, deep down in her soul. She was an HSP, just like me.

With a pounding heart and full hands, Dream Nelson asked her “Will you go to prom with me?” Bekah looked dumbstruck for a split second until her gaze took her eyes to what the top of the drink said. ‘Prom?’ She looked into Dream Nelson’s eyes and with the voice of an angel, she said one magical word. “Yes.” And the room exploded with claps, awes, and cheers.

Nelson saw Dream Nelson’s smile with Bekah in his embrace and he thought to himself, “I asked Bekah Rice to prom?! And she said yes to me? Me…? A person of so many misfortunes and to be this lucky for her to say yes. Wow, that’s amazing… No, don’t give me hope. Don’t show me this happiness only for it to be ripped from me and destroyed. Haven’t you already hurt me enough?” Nelson understood what that meant. He is in the future and he is afraid to experience this future. It will hurt him and change him forever. A bright light overtook the room and blinded everyone. Once the bright light faded, sitting Nelson wasn’t inside the classroom anymore.

Nelson was in a restaurant alone with Dream Nelson, Bekah, and her parents. “I wanted to take photos of you both together before we leave. Look this way and smile please,” said Bekah’s mother. After a long photo shoot, Bekah’s mother was satisfied with the results. “Have a nice dinner, have fun at prom, be safe, and have her home once the dance is over,” said Bekah’s father. “Yes, sir,” said a very nervous Dream Nelson. Nelson was still sitting, and he burst out laughing at his Dream self. “At least even my Dream self is still being respectable and respectful to others.” Once Bekah’s parents left the restaurant, Dream Nelson and Bekah had their dinner.

“Sorry if you feel awkward. The guys were supposed to be here with their dates too, but something happened, and they can’t make it. But everything’s already paid for so don’t worry about paying.” Said Nelson. “Oh, are they okay? Are they hurt?” Said a worried Bekah. “They’re fine, they’ll meet up with us at Prom. That’s what Ausen told me” said the older Nelson. “I have a question for you,” said Bekah. “Sure, ask away,” Dream Nelson replied. “How did you come up with using Dutch Bros to ask me to prom?” said a curious Bekah. “Well, I asked your friends and they told me what you liked and disliked. I noticed one day when you came into class with a Dutch bros drink, so I thought it would be cool if I used it. The people at Dutch Bros actually gave it to me for free when I asked them to write prom on the cap” said Dream Nelson.

“You know, this all feels like a dream right?” Bekah told Dream Nelson. “It does, so I ask that you don’t wake me up from this dream. As it is the only thing I have left of you. And once I wake up, this happy ending will disappear…  and you with it.” Dream Nelson said sadly. Nelson smiled, and tears began to fall from his eyes. His Dream self with Bekah, together they looked like the perfect couple. What happened next shocked Nelson.

The restaurant exploded and the whole building was destroyed.

S8

Time passes, and Nelson doesn’t wake up from being in the water. Death starts to get anxious. His curiosity about what happened to Nelson made Death jump into the pool. Nelson is lying on the ground at the bottom of the pool motionless. Death swims to the bottom of the pool towards Nelson and drags him out of the pool. Death throws Nelson on the ground, Nelson is motionless and continues to be asleep. Death places his head on top of Nelson’s chest and he listens for a heartbeat. At first, Death heard nothing which made Death’s eyes grow big and he began to feel excited and he smiled. However, his smile slowly faded, and he became blank again because Death heard the faintest heartbeat from Nelson.

“It looks like it’s not your time yet.” He raised his arm high and made his hand into a fist. With all his might, he brought down his fist straight onto Nelson’s chest. Nelson vomits up a large amount of water and wakes up. Nelson hungrily grasps for air and inhales deeply trying to regain his composure. He is dumbfounded by what happened. What happened to his Dream self and Bekah? Then something clicked in his head, his chest hurt… his eyes widened. Death’s punch to his chest toward his heart was the explosion in his dream. He needed something to shake him enough to wake him up. Once Nelson recovered he ran home, and Death followed him.

Nelson ran until he could not run anymore, he stopped and kneeled. Death catches up to Nelson. Nelson turns to Death and speaks. “Why? Why did you pull me out? I didn’t want to wake up. I was having a much better time sleeping, and it was both happy and sad for me. It was almost like a reverse nightmare. Like when you wake up from a nightmare, “You’re so relieved.” But for me! You woke me back up into my nightmare! I’ve given up on life, I was finally able to let everything go and lay everything to rest! All those that I’ve trusted have betrayed me! All those that I loved and trusted have forsaken me. There’s nothing left for me to live for! I had enough of this world and even if I end my life, it doesn’t matter to the world! What right do you have to pull me out? What fucking right did you have! It’s not your choice! It’s mine! It’s my life! Since you won’t let me die by myself then, you must be the one to kill me! Kill me!

Take my life and relieve me of all the pain I endured in this shitty life! Please, I beg of you…”

S9

Death looks at Nelson and becomes serious. “Why are you so impatient? Death hands him Nelson’s phone and wallet. “You dropped this. You’re only 17, you still have a whole life ahead of you. I know that you’ve experienced a lot of hardships growing up. Some have it harder than you do, and some will never experience what you’ve experienced. You must live and share with others your stories. All the pain and hardships you have endured will make you become someone’s strength. Keep living on with your life, and live with the strong belief that the future will be better than what it is now. I pulled you out because it isn’t your time to leave yet, others are still counting on you. There are still many people you need to enlighten and spread the impact of your voice and love to. You’ve yet to leave your mark in this wretched world. And if you really do want to die and leave everything behind then, go ahead after you have done everything you wanted to do.

Just know that I won’t be there next time. Next time will be the real deal and you won’t be able to take anything back. Next time, I will take you with me, when we see each other then, I know you tell me that you wished to have lived longer. With that said, go and live your life, but I want you to keep it in mind. No one notices your tears, your sadness, nor your pain, but they all will notice your mistakes.” It doesn’t matter how many accomplishments you have, you make one mistake and they will all turn on you. So, live life and always be strong, even in your darkest hour, never falter.

I will provide you with the will and energy to accomplish your goals.”

Nelson suddenly got furious. He turned towards Death “You know my pain? You may know my pain, but you weren’t the one who experienced it! Have you experienced going to bed hungry?! Not because you chose to but because you’re forced to! Knowing that if I ate dinner those nights, I wouldn’t have a meal for breakfast! Have you ever felt guilty about being happy when everyone else in your family was sad?! Have you felt the pain of being betrayed and losing the trust of everyone close to you?! Don’t you dare fucking talk about pain when all you do is take things away and cause misery for everyone!”

S7

After listening to Nelson’s speech and giving his answer and message to Nelson, Death fades away. Nelson looks at his phone, “It’s 12:00 AM already? During all this time, no one even called or texted me. Who else will I ever meet that will call me at this time?” Nelson continues his journey home. A night breeze blows past him, and he shivers due to the coldness of the water. “I always hated the cold. I hate everything about it. The weakness it makes me feel as my body parts become numb and the terrible rain that follows.” Nelson looks at his phone, “2 miles left.” He sees a bench in the distance.

“I’ll rest a bit before going home.” Slowly, Nelson approached the bench. “This doesn’t look right. I don’t remember seeing this bench before in my life. Maybe the park added some extra benches?” Nelson sits on the bench to rest a bit. His eyes feel heavy and he fights to keep them open, but he eventually loses and decides to close them for a second… Or two.

As Nelson was sleeping, something touched his shoulder. Nelson doesn’t react nor does he move. “Wake up, you shouldn’t sleep here. You’ll get a cold.” Said the stranger. Nelson slowly wakes up and looks up to his right. The figure was standing in front of the light pole and Nelson could only see their silhouette. “Mom?” The figure shifts to the side and Nelson sees that it’s not his mother. “Why would I think that she’s mom? It’s not her, she’s somewhere else. She doesn’t even care about me, why would she be here? Maybe I’m going crazy.” Nelson said to himself.

S4

“Don’t sleep here, you’ll catch a cold.” the stranger said again. For Nelson, those words meant something special to him. Tears began to uncontrollably fall down the boy’s face and he began to weep. Somehow the stranger wasn’t surprised, she just stood there and waited till the boy finished weeping. “Why are you crying? Did I say something wrong? I apologize if I did, I didn’t mean no harm.” Nelson finished weeping and mustered the energy to reply back. “You didn’t say anything wrong nor did you do anything wrong. It’s just that you are the first person today who has asked me how I am. Because I don’t like to show my emotions, I keep it inside myself and bottle it all up so no one can ever see.

My smile, my smile is a lie, it masks all my pain and hides how I truly feel. I’m just so sick of everything in this world. I’m tired of trying to understand why I must feel this immense guilt of being weak. Why must I endure all this sorrow and sadness? Yeah, I’m smiling as if nothing bothers me. But if you really want to know how I’m feeling, I’m dying. Sometimes I wish someone would be able to see through my smile and tell me “I know you’re not okay, so please stop smiling like everything is fine.” It’s been a rough day and I feel like the whole world is against me.”

“Come here, don’t cry,” said the stranger. The stranger pulled Nelson into a hug and they embraced each other. The hug reminded Nelson about the time earlier when he was submerged in water. A hug where it melted away all his worries and made him feel protected. Like a mother’s embrace of her child. Something Nelson has never felt before. He imagines what a mother’s embrace would feel like. After a good minute, they let go of each other. Nelson wipes away his tears as he regains his composure. With tears cleared from his eyes, he now sees clearly that the stranger is a woman. She looks like she’s in her 20s. She’s casually well-dressed and doesn’t appear to be homeless. The light above the park lamp helped Nelson see the women’s features. She asks, “What are you doing out here at night?”

He replies “I was dropped off by my brother to go sing for a performance. After I finished the performance, I was waiting for my brother to come get me. But he never came. You may be asking, why don’t I call my parents? I would but my father is out getting intoxicated by everything and forgetting that he has responsibilities. I walked and walked till I got here. I’m… I’m too tired and broken thinking about my life, the reasons why it’s like this. And why must it be me that has to live this wretched life? I try to look back on my life and think of times when I did something bad or I was being bad but nothing major comes to mind. Am I suffering for the sins I committed to those three kids when I was younger? I bullied them because I couldn’t control the emotions I felt when I was at home. I regret it more and more as I grow older. Was it because I was never religious? Was it because I denounced the belief in god and that god doesn’t exist? Or, was this an already predetermined thing planned for me? No matter how genuine, authentic, and good I am in the world. I’m fated to fail no matter what?”

“Do you mind if I sit down?” The woman asked. “I don’t mind.” Said Nelson. “Aren’t you afraid of me? You don’t know if I’m dangerous or not. I could kill you right here and no one would ever know.” Said the woman. Nelson replies “I’m not afraid because you’re not even remotely close to any of my fears. The things I fear the most are much more intense than you. Fears that not even you can ever touch or comprehend. And I’m too friendly for my own good. I open too quickly to people and I’m too kind which makes it easy for me to forgive and be taken advantage of. If you were dangerous, you wouldn’t have offered to hug me. And if you were to kill me, you would’ve done it already, from past experiences and the knowledge that I know. Killers don’t announce when and who they’re going to kill. They act first and worry about the consequences after.”

“Interesting answer. You know a lot of things considering you’re so young. Why are you lost? Do you need help to find your home?” the woman asked. Nelson replies “Home? Is there such a thing anymore? And no, I don’t need help. I know how to get home. I’m 17 and I’m not a kid who doesn’t know where he lives. But am I lost? Yeah, I am. I’m at a point in my life where I am lost about where to go in my life. I don’t know anymore.

If I should continue living this life or give up on life.”

The woman asks, “Why are you broken?” “In these short 17 years I’ve lived, my trust in people who are close to me has withered down to nothing. Hell, I don’t even know if I can trust myself. All the trust I had in the world, in morals, in justice, and in life, has vanished. I keep moving and working towards a better future but the questions I have now are not if I can make it. It is, how long will I reach my destination? When something goes right for me, two other things go bad for me. It’s like no matter how much I pick myself back up and fix myself, the world just says fuck you and destroys me again and again.” Said Nelson.

“Okay. Um, why though? What caused you to feel this way? Why do you have these thoughts? If you don’t mind sharing.” Nelson chuckles and says “One day will not be enough time to explain to you why I’m like this. I have lost count of how many unfortunate things I’ve endured and witnessed in my life. Isn’t it sad when you get hurt so much that you can finally say? I’m used to it. All of those experiences have shaped me into who I am today. I still can’t believe how I’ve survived up to this point. And I’ve just experienced something so hurtful that it has clouded my thoughts and made me contemplate living life. Why are you here though?” “Well, I’m here because of the park. It’s peaceful, calm, beautiful, and quiet at night. I enjoy it very much. My son used to enjoy it also. But I don’t come here too often anymore.” Answered the women. Nelson sniffles “Excuse me for asking. Umm, how old are you?” “I’m 37. Yeah, I know I look like I’m in my 20s. Said the woman.

“37? That’s my mom’s age too. That’s weird.” Nelson told himself. “You said ‘not anymore’ earlier, about your son. Why did you say that?” Nelson asked. “You said you’re 17 years old right? That’s the same age as my son. He died when he was 17. He always acted first and worried about the consequences of his actions after. He was just, and he cared more about others than himself. He had a heart of gold, I could tell it was heavy for him to carry being like that but he carried it well. I told him to be more careful with helping others and that he shouldn’t risk his life just for anybody.

He risked his life saving a person, he saved that person two times. He saved the man, but he ended up giving up his own.

When he was younger, he would always ask me to take him here to the park. I was always working and never had time to bring him here. Magnus’ father was a police officer and he died in the line of duty. The only time I had to bring him here was at night. We would sit right here and enjoy the park together. Can I tell you something? You look like my son, Magnus.” Said the woman. Nelson’s eyes widened in shock “I look like your son?” The next words that came out of his mouth were spoken without his consent. They naturally came out. “Can I tell you something? You look like my mother.” The women’s eyes begin to water. “I know you are not Magnus, but you are just like him.” Nelson replies “And you are not my mother. But you look like her as well.” He thinks back to the hug. “No wonder it felt somewhat like a mother’s embrace,” Nelson said to himself. “Well if I look like your mother. At least I can help consult you. Why do you feel like you don’t want to live anymore?” said the woman. “Is there a name I can call you before I answer that?” Nelson asked.

“You may call me Lisa,” Lisa replies. “Okay Lisa, my life has been terrible. My whole entire life. My parents divorced when I was six months old. My brother and I were left with my father. My relatives saw us in a different light. Like we were unwanted and plagued with bad luck. Always seeing us with those cold eyes of disapproval. My father remarried when I was in kindergarten. My stepmom was more of a mom than my actual mother ever was. She took care of me, taught me, and loved me. She was my mom, I called her mom and she would call me her son.

It sounds so trivial but it meant so much to me. Then, my father and stepmom divorced as well. With it went my childhood and the only thing I knew was a mother. I felt sad and my heart ached whenever I saw other children with their mothers. Or when their mom would come to pick them up from school. But what hurt the most about not having a mother was when my teachers announced to the class about ‘Back to School Night’ and wanted to see my parents.

I would hold back the tears that would begin to surround my eyes. I would feel ashamed for not having both parents. My father became an alcoholic and indulged in drugs. He abused my brother and me. My brother and I were always fighting when we were younger. We didn’t have that brotherly bond that other siblings had with each other. My father was poor but still provided for us.

I thought there was some good left in him, that was my biggest mistake and that mistake changed my perspective on life. The friends I made. They saw me differently. They saw me as less of a human being. I worked hard in school and I became the best I could be. I reached the summit and I stayed there for as long as possible until I lost motivation and lost support. While I was at the summit, I got respect and jealousy from others.

My brother cared more about his friends than he cared about me. I relied upon him because he was my brother. Is he though? He left me for dead! Betrayed me countless times and prioritized others before me. How can your own brother do that? Why do I keep going back to him? Is it because he’s my brother? I almost died twice today! He wouldn’t give two shits about me if he was told that I had died. I truly believe that we aren’t brothers.” Nelson angrily finishes.

“There are many kids out there in the world that wished they had a brother or sister. Magnus was an only son. He wished he had a younger sibling to take care of and be a role model too. Or an older sibling to look up to. What I’m saying is that. You have a brother, no matter how bad it gets between you and your brother. YOU ARE STILL BROTHERS. You’ll never have another brother or sister ever again.

So, love him, try to understand him, and forgive him. For he is your one and only brother.” Said Lisa in a stern voice.

“Is there anything else you want to talk about?” Said Lisa in a commanding tone. “I am unlucky with love. I’m going to meet someone special this school year. She’ll be special to me but I don’t know if I’ll be special to her. She made me happy and I was grateful for the time she spent with me. I know what will happen in the future. I’ll ask her to prom. And after prom, we’ll go our separate ways. I’ll cherish the moments and memories we have together in that short time. I hope that she’ll live a long and happy life after we’ve departed from each other.” Lisa takes a moment to herself before she asks “You’ll find someone who feels the same way towards you too Nelson. And when that person walks into your life. You’ll know.” Lisa told Nelson.

Nelson checks the time on his phone “It’s 6:00 AM?! How did the time go by so fast? I’ve only been here for two hours at most.” “That’s because this is a dream, my son. You were home at 3:00 AM. You walked all by yourself to your house. You showered and went to bed crying silently. And you dreamt of me, your mother.” “Earlier when you had the dream in the water, it was a dream inside a dream.” Said, Lisa. Nelson is confused “Everything that happened to me, didn’t and never happen? Was it just all in my dream?

“Remember when I told you that Magnus died from saving someone? Earlier you were saved by a man. Those two times it was Magnus. He saved you from the thief, from drowning in the pool, and from death. Your heart may no longer be gold as it has been tainted, but I know you will still do good in the world. Now you must continue to live your life. My sweet and beautiful boy. I know I’m just a subconscious image of your mother, but I love you.” She embraces the boy one more time. As the sun is rising in his dream. Nelson’s mom slowly fades away while hugging her son. “Thank you and goodbye Mom.” In reality… He already returned home and went to bed quietly. Nelson is sleeping peacefully. Tears fell from his eyes with all the emotions he felt in his dream, and from that night he experienced. With that, he continued to sleep.

The End


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