How I Met My Best Friend

When I was in my 2nd grade, I attended a Sunday school and taught me about my culture and language. My parents would like me to participate in the Western countries to accept my career, but since I heard it from my mother I was not very interested in the content. Every Sunday before the end of summer vacation, the school will hold a program called "annual celebration".

As a self-centered child, he believes the world is revolving around her, which means that I can show off my talent so that there will be no tomorrow so participation can be rewarded I can not get it and I will give the same trophy to those who wrapped up in the tree next to me, so I never tried it.

However, I regard this day as an opportunity for me to shine. Before the actual demonstration, we had to rehearse for a couple of weeks, and it seemed ecstatic that I started walking around. One day, a girl, my height entered the room and talked to another girl behind her in a loud voice. When the first girl saw in my direction, she acted as if she did not notice me, that they were very enthralled in the conversation. As a drama queen, I use it as a message. She is not, I will never be a friend of mine, so I use it as my mission on Sunday every Sunday. looks like

Three years later, I walked very late on the first day of the Sunday school, it was a new grade, I could not breathe in and I caught a glimpse of the people who crossed my way. When I entered the room, only one seat was open, but by chance, next to the girl who showed it three years ago.

Sunday school was not my favorite place, but she and I learned that there is something in common with each other than I imagined earlier. She and I have the same musical taste and always call each other at midnight to talk about the new songs we found and the new program we carnival. Through weekly courses, we will be very close when we graduate from Sunday school.

Since we did not have a friend meet well outside of Sunday school, we walk around at night, every day of us, talk about our feelings, we will come back again on the day to meet face to face. Because she was with my sister, I can not thank her, I never forget that she is a shoulder that makes me laugh, cry, and think.

I have met my best friend and support system for my life. My boyfriend and I spent my second year at college. We began hanging out, I met her children and we soon became good friends. When I meet her, I like to think that my worst year is over and that this friendship has completed me to a certain extent. To date, we are still best friends, I am a bridemaid at her wedding, I am a cool lady of her three magical children (now everyone is higher than me)

My best friend was gay when I was a high school student. To this day, one of them is still one of my best friends. He is one of the most wonderful people I have ever met in my life. Of those two, he was a man who did not "go out" when we went to school. Our other best friend knows that his mother knows (and well thanks support for it), but no one is doing it. It is not well understood. Our other best friend, Andy, came out and was proud. I did not know he was absolutely fucking up. This is the beginning of the 1990s. We live in a very small southern town in North Carolina. What I feel proud of going out is about the worst thing you can do, except that it is in a race relationship. I do not hate fucking it. The third bad thing you can do is me. I call it "fag hag". I dislike as much as I hate and hate this word.

My mother was always my best friend. From the moment I pop up ... No, I was kidding. But seriously, Bonnie is my best friend as far as I can remember. Random people I met in a second grader are my best friends, I forgot their name, my former boyfriend is my best at some point. Friends, but the truth is that Bonnie was always number one. Bonnie took me there whether it was yesterday or not, even when I was sent to the principal's office to crush the first-year male bathroom, even when I fell to the crocodile. She always puts her hand on my shoulder, looks at my eyes, and says with a steady voice that "Mother did not matter."