My Best Friend
My Best Friend3 mins 124 3 mins 124
Today I understand that it is very difficult to have a best friend in life. So if you get a best friend, they are the lucky ones in this life. My name is Emily. I do not know if the story I am telling here is mine alone. Sometimes it can be yours. Finding a few friends in a lonely life has never seemed so difficult. But it was very difficult to find my best friend among the friends I found. I was born into a middle-class family and my grandmother was my first best friend. I always loved spending time with my grandmother. I always loved listening to the stories and conversations they told. I miss every moment with Grandma now. Mom and Dad suffer without wasting a single moment for our future lives. My brother is five or six years older than me. After my dad and mom go to work he goes out with his friends. Then my grandmother and I would be home alone. I never felt isolated in that house. Because my grandmother was with me. I asked my grandmother once. Who does Grandma like the most? Grandmother shocked me and said: " Baby, I love myself the most in this world. After that, I like you, baby... Because my life was like yours. But there was no one to stand with me. The maid comes to look after me when my father and mother go to work. Then I was alone since I was a teenager. At school, I had no such best friends. Probably because I was alone and didn't talk to anyone much. My world is within these four walls, then and now. But I quit my job for your mother. I was with her so that my daughter would not be lonely like me. She is not within four walls like me. I taught her to go through the doors that the whole world has opened for her. You should enjoy all the beauties of this world just like you and your mother. Remember that you are your greatest friend and foe. You can live for others, but you have to love yourself the most or you will have to grieve as much as this grandmother ... It was too late when I started to love myself......"
My grandmother was an example of a lonely life ... When I was trying to know this world for my better future, ..my grandmother was completely lonely ... When my grandmother began to love herself, dementia came looking for her for companionship. My best friend who caused all my ups and downs is not with me today. My grandmother left this world and those four walls. How much she loved me for these tears that fell from my eyes as I laid flowers at my grandmother's grave. Reminds me of that. My grandmother was my dearest friend who gave me wings to rise. Dear Grandma, I have never had another best friend in my life who is more precious than you. I miss you. I miss my best friend.