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“Ghosts” by Jordan Bolton

Benjamin Brynn was born into an ordinary home, to an ordinary mother and father, in a small town by the sea.

His mother was a composer, or, at least that's what she dreamed she'd be.

So, when her dreams didn't pan out, she began to dream for him.

But then, when he was just 11 years old, he got sick, and was forced to stay inside for an entire year.

And in that year he began to worry that he hadn't lived enough,

so he made up a story, of the great life he thought he wanted to live, which only made him forget the great life he already had.

How he had filled a new home with light and joy and promise.

How he met a girl, his neighbor, who felt all alone in the world, and made her feel okay again.

And how, even he was sick, he still gave his parents hope.

How he reminded them of exactly who they were, after they had almost forgotten.

So when he knew he was going to go, he was okay, because he'd already lived a great life.

A full life.

And he was everything he needed to be.

Just as he was.