I tried to hold it back. I couldn't. I just couldn't.
I looked at my cousin. It breaks me. That 13 year old I knew who would chatter on and on, with his adult-like demeanour - he's gone. He's lying there lifelessly, occasional spasms, his hands clenched up in a twisted way and his eyes weren't even looking at me. I was right in front of him, and yet he couldn't see me. Something told me, he did, he could. He did recognize me. But he was frustrated by speech and movement. I cannot fathom such frustrations, ever. It only happened in nightmare. And this is happening to my cousin right now.
One word came to my mind a lot these days. WHY? Why him? Why would you do that to a child who was the most optimistic I've ever met. He had a promising life ahead of him. Why?!?! Why bring him to us, and then deprive us of everything that was him. Why is he suffering?! What has he done?
I often mention to my friends how much of an adult he was like - sensible, empathetic and extremely bright. He would visit us on Sundays, I will tutor him before I left for Mexico a year ago. "Which school should I attend?" "I like school." I want him back now. Right now.
Luancas, you have to recover. You have to. Get back up, I'll be waiting to play with you and watch you grow. You're tougher than this. I love you, please come back. We cannot lose you.
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