Me and Emma have been friends since i can remember.She lived across the street from me and my mom until we were 13 years old.We did everything together....until her father got a job at times square,and she had to had to move from our small town of Cadiz,Ohio....ALL the way to New York City.She said she was moving in April......one year from when she told me the news.We promised we would spend every minute of all our free time.A year later,when she moved,we PROMISED to write an e-mail EVERYDAY...like a diary entry,that eachother could read to know how we're doing.Over the years,we visited eachother a few times,and we had the best weekend ever.We communicated everyday for a while,but over the years we faded away.We didn't visit eachother,and only wrote when it was our birthday...and eventually,just didn't write.I made new friends..she made new friends...and we lived seprate lives.Eventually,I started dating...got married...and had a beatuful daughter..On my 40th birthday....me,my husband,and my now 13 year old daughter,Took a trip to new york on my vacation.On my third day there,I took my daughter and decided to track down emma.I finally found her,On the third floor of the empire state building.When i saw her,I got emotional...She saw me and we hugged and cried for,like,20 minutes.When she saw the confused 13 year old standing beside me,and with tears in her eyes said "is this you daughter?". My daughter introduced herself,hugged emma and told her it was nice to meet her.Emma said"She's so beatiful,what's her name?" Getting more emotional by the minute...i managed to stutter out "emma,her name is emma...."
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