Dear Avelio,
I miss you. I miss practicing your math facts before those dumb
time tests we used to take. Or making sure you did those stupid
spelling sheets right. I miss how the teacher always put us
togther because we just fit. I remember the time when you came
up and told you that you couldn't have a birthday party, I
hugged you and told you it would be okay. I didn't know what
was wrong with you, hell no one knew what was wrong with you.
I'm sorry you had to go. I've been thinking about you a lot
lately. I miss you. I wish it would have been me instead of
you.
