Monday, 28 July 2014

my best friend is my mother

Have you met your best friend?

I think I have found mine. My best friend is my mother. A life long friendship built on sharing, hugs and kisses, warmth and caring. We have the same likes and favorites. We often spend time together, we went to the mall to watch movies and went shopping afterwards. We stroll around the town and treat me some food.
We spend our past time together by talking about the things she have done when she were at my age, and in return I tell her my experiences in school whether it is good or not. She gave me advice so that I will know what to do. I even told her things about my crush and the boys who wants to court me. She also fixed my hair for me and the best thing is she is my number one fun. She's a very supportive mom, her complements to my little achievements always  please me the most and motivated me.


How i wish we still can do this things but i guess it will only be on dreams. For angels came and took her hand and led her to God's promised land. Mom i love you. You will always be in my heart and forever be the best mom, and best friend to me. Although there's sadness, I know that, she's waiting there, because when I close my eyes and think of her, I can see--her arm's still open wide for me.

I miss you!!!

a friends inspirational story


Once two friends argued, and one of them slapped another.

This man felt a pain, but telling nothing and wrote on the sand:
— Today my best friend slapped me.



They continued walking and found an oasis, in which wellspring decided to swim. 
The one who was slapped, started to sink, but his friend saved him. 
When he regained consciousness, wrote on the stone: 

-"Today my best friend saved my life."


Another friend, who slapped and saved his friend’s life, of asked him:
- When I hurt you, you wrote on the sand and now you are writing on the stone. Why?


His friend said:
- When someone hurts us, we should write it on the sand, so that the wind could erase it. But when someone does something good for us, we must engrave it on the stone, so that the wind could not erase it.