My youngest bestfriend…

Kring is my youngest bestfriend…she is only 11 years old. She lives a few houses away from ours…I have known her when she was just a year or two but we became friends when she was 7 years old and was nosing around while I was doing my jigsaw puzzle. She was so interested with my puzzles that she dropped by our place everyday (I was a bum for a couple of months that’s why I was home)...then dropping by our place from school became her ritual. At times, she would spend the night at our place and oftentimes we bathe in the rain! When I joined the workforce again, she would patiently wait for me on weekends. Sometimes, she would send text messages asking when will I be home. Since I’m very fond of her I see to it that I have something for her…from beads, slippers (the same as mine!), shirt (mine was pooh, hers was tigger!), pencils (she collects them!) and other girly stuff that I collect!

Having her as a friend reminds me of how it is when I was her age…she taught me how to be patient and to enjoy the things that I have rather hoping for the things I do not have…and most of all because of her I have learned to nurture the little child in me…