It's the same thing with me. He could go home any moment and he'll die. And he doesn't know, I don't know how to tell him. Or if I should.
Which is why I need to keep this private, sorry.

To tell the truth, I don't know how I deal with it. I forget it sometimes, and then it's like normal, before he died back home, I mean. And then I remember and -
It's bad.

But I try and think of it as a second chance for him. If he's lucky, he could live here forever, not die at thirteen. And then I think I'm lucky, for getting to be with him again. Even if it's fake, in a way.
It feels real.