Best Friends Forever
Sometimes a best friend can come in a tiny package
Long ago, when I was a child, if my bestie went on to find a new friend, I cried. No, I take that back. It meant the world was ending, and I blubbered hysterically.
For days after, I’d eat alone at lunch and later walk home by myself, feeling miserable. This would carry into the weekend, where I sat in my bedroom for hours because I had no one to play with. Luckily, as life would […]






