a dream

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There was a boy I met and he called me mom. He was living outside on the street taking care of an other sensitive boy. The kind of boy that was not able to take care of himself and always been beaten up. The boy who calls me mom is a famous boy, his dead was the "king" of the gypsies. He tried to servive but the police wanted him dead. Afraid as they were he would start a gang and would be unbeatable. At the beginning of this year I spoke to him and he was doing fine. He said someone gave him a change and he was working in a hotel. He was so happy. A while later I got a mail from his girlfriend. She told me he is dead. A few weeks later the sensitive boy contacted me to tell me my son died. I told him I already know that. He asked me who did it. So I told him to ask a certain mate.. the one who lived at the time my son was killed with him in the same house. I told him it doesn't matter what he says he only has to observe him and he would know. So he did. A few days later I had a dream... People were gathered together, someone was dead. There was a boy who lifted his t-shirt at his back. On his back was written a long text in red and white letters. I said: this doesn't belong to you, it's my son's. Then I woke up and I knew who did it. I did not tell the sensitive boy yet since he wants to revenge the dead of my son. BTW my son lived on the streets of Lebanon