Passenger

1.2 Friends.

One syllable in English. Three syllables in Spanish. It defines someone close to you. Someone who is almost like family. They could be more than one, but you have to choose carefully. Some of them can be mean and just pretend to be your friend. I had like 16 of them, but 3 of them were remarkable.

Eder.

If I have to remember my old group of friends, I just remember he. Eder Jaimes, the blondes. The only good thing that I could think about my childhood.

Probably this is wrong because he never said something about it to other friends. Actually, I was the only one who knew it. Whatever, we is the one who was abused too. He told me it was a nightmare but unlike me it made him stronger.

In fact, he was braver know and he was kind of protective with me. My father used to love him more than me which made me feel jealous about him, but I started to want to be like him at the same moment. He was perfect.

Unfortunately, we lose touch. He moved to another place and he just disappeared. When he came back to say hello we realized we grew up and we were different now. I still remembering his smile in that day.

I will not say anything else, because I'm already invading his privacy. On the other hand. He was not the only friend I had had. There were more of them.

Andres.

Let's talk about one in specific: Andres. If I had to describe him in one word, I would say jerk. He was the selfishest and meanest person that I can remember.

I met him because of Eder. They were cousins of something like that, but they were so different. Whatever, he used to hit every time he could. Also, he used to take our food, touch everything and steal things at some point. I never said anything about it. In fact, I didn't talk about it with Eder. Why?

I remember one thing that he did and the reason he stopped going home. We were whit my parents and Andres were playing with a ball inside the house and he just broke one of the more spensive decorations my parents had. My father was so mad at me for him and Andres apologized us for broking it. He promised to pay for it, but it was the last time we saw him.

Sometimes, I just ask myself: did my father find the truth about him or was he just mad about the decorations?. Either way it was good for me because I never saw him again.

Yefry.

The last friend I had. He was a replacement for Eder. It sounds awful, but it's the truth. I met 3 months before Eder left. He was like something in the middle between Eder and Andres.

We met because of one friend in common. We got closer after Eder left the street. I didn't realize that he was kind of envious. Because if I got something, he would get it days later. Also, he was so interested.

We even studied together for 2 years. It was good the first year, but the second was pretty shit. New school, new classmates and where the problem started. It wasn't popular because I was kind of a loser. Bullying after bullying and he started to do it too.

I remember that time he spit on my face. I was on the floor after a lot of bullying. I saw his face and he looked happy. Then I cheated on his grandmother and she started picking he up.

He hated me after that. As soon as it happened we just stopped talking. I became a great loser and he was kind of one because of her mother. I won at some point.

What is the point of this? Well, they were the last people I just called friends. Then we can go to the descent of my mind in youth. Where the problem just got big. I know it was boring, but I have to tell you about them because you can imagine the type of person that I used to be.