We chat about the events in our lives so far, cherish our mischievous moments together, reminisce our good old days, capture every single moment in photographs and separate again.
Life continues its incredible journey, so many intimate friends moved in and out of my life, but none replaced the sole position reserved for my girl, now a strong woman, who stood by my side during the ebb and flow of my little life.
I can’t even remember when we became friends which show how long we have been friends.
There are pictures of us crawling together as babies.
She wants to be a doctor just like her father and she believes in humanity. The definition of a friend is relative to different personalities with their different backgrounds, orientations and beliefs.
However, a conventional description of a friend is; someone you care about.
At different stages of life, we need friends who are the same level as us in order to fit in but to some people, that is not an option because they believe in functioning independently, which is still okay. Our parents were friends from college and so they progressed to pursue the same career and that is how they ended up in the same neighborhood because they work in the same hospital.
Psychologists recommend that people should co-exist together so that they can help each other during times of need. Her father is a doctor while my father is an anesthetist.
We do almost everything together, we understand each other so well and he is always there to listen to me and comfort me when I am sad and not feeling too good. My best friend Mark and I spend most of the time together doing the things we like to do.
Some people think we are siblings because we are always together and we live on the same street so we spend all the time together at home and in school. We enjoy our life according to our needs and wishes.