It was November 17th, 2070. I was babysitting my 8 year old grandson Jaxson while his mom was at work. I was watching the news, when all of a sudden, a news report came on the TV.
'Popstar Justin Bieber commited suicide last night at his home in Stratford, Ontario, Canada.'
"Grammy? Who was Justin Bieber?"
I go over to my grandson. "Justin Bieber was an average kid who got to be one of the most unique people in this entire world. He was my everything. He taught me to never say never, and that you can do anything of you set your mind to it."
I go in my room and get his first CD: 'My World'. I put it in the CD player, and tears start falling down my cheeks. "It's ok Grammy." Jaxson says. "That boy was the reason for my smile for my ENTIRE teen years. I would get jealous when I saw him with other girls and I would cry when he was sick or something was wrong with him."
"He seemed like he really meant a lot to you." "He did. I will never forget Kidraul." "Was that Justin Bieber's name before he was famous?" "Yes." I reply. I go on YouTube and show Jaxson a video of Justin Bieber in 2007.
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"Did you ever meet him Grammy?" Jaxson asks. Another tear rolls down my cheek. "No. I did not."
From that day forward, I always remembered...'Kidraul'.
