This year I made a new friend. (I do not make friends easily. I am not sure why but it has always been that way.) The day she asked me to be her friend, I came home and cried. I was scared but we both took the chance and opened our hearts to each other.
I can not say that I never got mad at her (she did use my face towel to mop up yogurt from a bus’ floor). And there is still a lot I do not know about her. But we were becoming friends.
Then on the first of December she died in a car accident. I was in denial for some time. I could not listen to all the stories being told about her at work. I went to my class and sat there alone. I would not allow myself to think about the idea of her being dead. I kept myself from crying and I thought I was silly for being so, so sad about her… I’m not family… I did not know her that long.
But fact is I am sad about my friend and I will miss her for a long, long time.