My first friend
The dinner was delectable to say the least. I even had two plates, and despite June's polite objections to abolish the chance of appearing ungrateful, Sheila gave me another heap of her delicious food.
"Pst...Wanna come play with me outside? I gotta soccer ball" August whispered, poking my right arm in the process. "Sure" I stated, in awe of my first friend.
"May we be excused Sheila"
"you may sweetie" she returned my wide smile.
"The food was amazing , thank you for inviting us into your beautiful home" I stated as Quincy winked at me, clearly in knowledge of where I picked up the manners from. After what felt like days of playing with August, Aven and Omar, we finally headed home. Once everyone was out the door, the beautiful woman I had grown to adore in only a matter of hours stopped me in my tracks.
"Anytime sweetie" she whispered, in response to my earlier expression of gratitude " As long as I don't have to see those tears stain your beautiful face again" she said with no honesty - I can't remember the amount of times I cried to her and she held me, whispering wise words and repeating "everything will be okay, just believe"
I went to bed that night counting my blessings. Despite my life being thrown off track at the tender age of 8 years old, I still had things to be blessed for. I was blessed for Sheila, my brothers, my new friends and for my life ahead of me. And that's when I knew how strong I was.
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Loveless || August Alsina
Fiksi PenggemarMaya moves to New Orleans to start a fresh after her parents' death. She stumbles across her neighbour, August, and falls head over heals for him. How will they cope with the losses they will endure and the obstacles they will face? Will she really...
