I keep thinking about the kid who died today in the bombings. I wonder what he liked. I wonder what his hobbies were. I wonder how excited he was to see the race. I wonder if he was looking forward to something, like an upcoming summer trip or maybe a weekend treat.
He had no clue he was going to die today. He couldn’t even conceptualize that possibility.
I wonder what he could’ve accomplished, who he would’ve grown up to be.
I hope whoever ended his life fries.