Alex Knows.
We sat in my room.
And we talked.
And he told me things about tomorrow.
His tomorrow.
What he likes, what he thinks, what he wants.
Young as he is, he feels he can acomplish all his dreams.
I told him to go for all that, and then, if he feels like it, more.
Knowing him, he will.
Alex, he got it.
My nephew is going to make it.
All these dreams, and all the thoughts of it.
They are not a dream, they are goals.
