I don’t think there's a minute or even a second of a day that I don't think about this loss, and replay it in my head over and over again. You may ask “Who's that little boy in your phone case and on your binder?” and 10 times out of 10 I will say “My dead brother” with a straight face. My mom has so many speeches on how it brought the community together, how our story has saved so many other families, and how our strength encourages others. I know in her mind, just like mine, those things could never replace what's now gone forever.
Let me tell you who Civario is. Civario is my 9-year-old little brother in heaven. He passed when he was just 7. Civario had autism. Because of that reason, he was nonverbal. Let me rephrase, that he was considered nonverbal. As he got older he became better at communicating; it just took him longer to turn his thoughts into words. He might not have been the most talkative but he was very smart. He liked what he liked, and what he liked would soon become an obsession. As an example, toilets. When he was 5-6 years old he was so amazed by just a flushing toilet, any toilet. Anywhere we went he would immediately look for the bathroom and go flush the toilet. The obsession grew and soon he started flushing our makeup, toothbrushes, and anything else he could find. We would tell him no, take his iPad, and ground him, but punishments and authority did not phase him. Eventually, there were locks at the top of every door in the house. The random obsessions grew as he got older, and they started to become dangerous. But it wasn't long before they became out of control. I bet you couldn't guess the next, and last one… fire.
My mom, my stepdad, and I could feel each other being distant. So we decided to just watch a series together.
We were about 5 minutes into our show and my stepdad sat up so fast and said “Do you guys smell smoke?” My mom said yes and bolted up the steps behind my stepdad. I was following my mom until I got halfway up the steps and a wave of heat almost took me out. As the heat wave almost killed me, I watched my mom walk straight into the flames, determined to save my brother. I knew I needed to get out and call 911. But I watched my mom run into a room of burning flames and that's something I'll never unsee. I got out and started calling 911 and knocking on all my neighbors' doors till one answered. Even though it felt like forever, soon the fire trucks came and I watched them carry my bloody burnt sobbing mom down the cement steps to the side of my house. A firefighter asked if I knew anything about what had happened to my mom, brother and stepdad. I told him no and he proceeded to tell me that my stepdad and mom had a lot of complications but they would be okay. At this point, I had a gut feeling about it. He didn't even get to finish his sentence before I asked “Okay so what about my brother, the little boy, is he ok?” I could just tell by the look on his face, he looked at me heartbroken, put his head down and started shaking it. At that moment, I realized I had taken everything I ever had for granted and that life would never be the same.
It's been three years and though I miss my brother greatly, I finally realized my purpose in life. Music has been my outlet throughout this journey, and my mom has been my rock. This past year, I have been working and making as much music as possible. I was able to put on my hip-hop show that had a great turnout. I've decided to make a career out of my passion for music. My motivation is truly my future. I strive every day to learn something I didn't know, create some sort of content, and make my mom proud.