My Best Friend

This is my best friend Norma; we grew up in the same town in Calexico, Ca. Went to the same schools but we never hung out together. I had my friends and she had hers, when we past each other in-between classes we just smile and said hi. I graduated, was married and left the hometown setting to move to the big city of San Diego. Twenty years later, I was single, my children were grown up and I was enjoying my new life. One day I bump into a girlfriend from my hometown, we talked for a while and then she invited me for a small dinner party at her home. I accepted the invitation and was excited to see who the guest were. I arrived early to my friend's house and as we were making small talk in the kitchen while the other guest arrive Norma and her husband walked in. Seeing her big smile, I immediately recognized her; it was as if we had been friends for a long time. We talked and found out we lived in the same community; went to the same church; to the same grocery store. Our children went to the same schools, and her daughter and my older son were in the same class in middle school. Surprisingly we never cross pass all those years, but that evening a new friendship was created and we have been friends since. We make each other laugh so hard we make our self-pee and tears run down our cheeks. We tell our darkest secrets and our most fears, and tell each other the truth even if we are to blame. We hear each other out, when one of us needs to talk and bring our spirits up when we need some TLC. I knew that she was my best friend after she was by my side when my younger son, Nicholas died. She helped me get through those dreadful months of grief and pain.

Now, after so many years I feel my friendship I have with her is so rare to find, we are like kinder spirit together. If you have a best friend then you know, for not everyone is bless to have one. Those of us that do have one must never take for granted the gift given to us. I love my best friend, Norma is like the sister I never had.