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He bought me a vinyl. It was my birthday and I didn't expect anyone to give me birthday gifts. Why? Uhh because I wanted to celebrate it quietly with my family. Then all of a sudden, I get a call from him telling me to go downstairs. You have no idea how happy I was with what he got. Fucking Radiohead's Ok Computer. That's one of my favourite albums of all time. 

He was a quiet kid. A soft-spoken person. Really kindhearted. I remember that for my birthdays he'd draw me gifts every year. I never really had the chance to see the gifts myself because we lived thousands of kilometres apart. But I still have them saved in my gallery, hearted of course.

He was a good grandson. He loved his family, and I think we loved him back. We made sure of that. You know? He was top 4 in his spelling bee in 2nd grade. And if you see the artworks he's made you'd understand how talented he was.

He was my son. And I am so proud of him. He was so smart, creative and talented. That's my son. And I gave birth to him. And I'll be forever glad I have-

Growing up, I didn't have too many cousins. I remember how annoying he was as a kid. He'd steal my toys, fight with me and all that memory and stuff we had as kids. 

I never really expected it. When he came out to us that he had issues. I couldn't believe it. I never had the chance to talk to him. Ask him why? I should’ve had that talk with him

I should’ve been kinder to him

I should’ve been more aware

I should’ve known

I should’ve known.