Reborn-In-Color

There is a boy named Dean. I knew him for so long before we were pre-teens. Actually, we were born days apart, just three. Not long after our friendship would start. This boy was full of life and loved to have fun. When he was ten years old the doctors realized that between his red cells and white something was not quite right. There were us few, who helped him through, just Sam, David, and I. Of course, his parents, and Tony too. Remission was soon we could see the end this boy was so strong nothing can go wrong. He was healed. He grew healthier, he grew out his hair. All the long, I was there. He was my best frien