My cousin “ghost”

My cousin, Guilherme, died of cancer in 1990. He was 6 years old and I never saw him, only in photos.
One day, my other cousin, Nicolas, had a dream. He dreamed that his brother Guilherme was alive and was wearing a t-shirt and white pants. They played, ate together and had fun. After some time, Guilherme said that he had to go. He left him and disappeared in his brother’s house.
When he woke up, he was very scared. He went to the kitchen to drink water when a person appeared by the kitchen door and walked to my cousin’s bedroom. He called his brother and ran to the “ghost” but when he arrived the “ghost” wasn’t there.
On the next day, Nicolas was very confused and he told his mother his dream. He had seen his brother alive with the same clothes that he had dreamed . She believed in his story and he always believed in his dreams from that day on.



Rodrigo Arantes nº39