I was cleaning my mother's room and finding out the dusty box that my mom kept for almost a long time during my existence, which is 25 years old.
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I found this picture in my mother's dusty box. Seeing this makes me kind of sad when I'm thinking about it. I remember when he introduced himself to me. "My name is Johannes West!". His name is still stuck deep down in my mind until now. "Johannes West".
He was my childhood friend. Although we weren't that close, but it's like my job for taking care of him in class. When someone makes fun of him, I would tried to comfort him. When someone steal his belonging, I'll comfort him. If he cry? I'll report it to the teacher.
Not only I did that to him, I also did this to another person. But since Johannes sit next to me in the class, he's the one who always be comforted by me. I don't know why I'm like this. My mother said I'm a protective person. I agree.
"Johannes, don't cry!" "Johannes, you're very good!" "Johannes, don't listen to them!"
He isn't that special to me. But when I remember about it now, he's someone who's important to me since he's my only friend in the kindergarten.
We went to the same middle school. We were not close anymore since he already made a lot friends and so am I. But I still tried to get touch with him, such as borrowing crayons or maybe asking for what time is it because he always bring his watch with him.
Sadly at age 11, he moved to his home town at somewhere in Chicago. It doesn't really matter to me at first. But hearing people sharing about their kindergarten memories, made me feel a little bit sad because mostly my kindergarten story is all about comforting him.
Before he moved there, he passed me a little note saying "Thank you, Diana" with a little smile sketch. I don't know why he passed the letter for me, though.
I don't cry but I'm starting to get emotional right now when I'm looking at our picture together, playing in the garden. I miss my childhood friend. Now I keep wondering where he's.
