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I see a strange person in my dreams.
I don't know who he is.
Or why he's there.
But I want to meet him. This, I know.
He isn't my father — he's too young. He isn't my brother — I've never had any siblings, even though I call Jean mio fratello. So who is he?
Every time I lay my head down and close my eyes and fall asleep, I think, "I hope I don't have a nightmare again." And then I get that dream, with the boy I don't know... I try to speak to him but nothing comes out of my mouth. He smiles at me. I don't understand why he's smiling.
"It's okay, Rico," he says. "Maybe you could play your violin for me some time?"
But I can't play the violin. I don't have one.
"Either way, I should be getting back."
Back where?
"See ya."
A really loud noise sounds off. It's like a gunshot — it's so loud it wakes me up, and then the boy is gone.
Oh well, I think, at least it wasn't another nightmare.