Back Again

Every time I would have to leave a place in which I have met great people, I always thought I would never see them again.

When my mom told me we were going to leave Honduras, I even had the idea to glue my feet on the floor so we wouldn’t have to leave. It was always the same story: I wouldn’t want leave; mom would always give me some reasons go to, I would keep telling mom no until she drags me to the airport, and takes me to my next home.

I would cry, and cry thinking about my best friend in the world. Then I asked mom one day,

“Mom, as we are going to Nicaragua for Christmas, can we stop by in Honduras for a couple of days so I can see Sheryl again?” My mom would answer maybe, and would leave the room with a big smile on my face.

When we took our trip to Nicaragua by car, dad stopped the car at the Hotel Marriot in Honduras. We unpacked our things and my brother decided to stay and I went with my parents to go shopping.

As I look out the window, I would see the street that would take you to Sheryl’s house, and I sighed. All of the sudden, my dad took that street, and I started to get excided. When we were in front of Sheryl’s house, I rang the doorbell.

Sheryl opened the door, and she saw me in surprise. Both of us were happy, and hugged each other.

“Oh my god, I thought I was never going to see you! This is the best day of my life!” She said almost screaming.

“I know, I’m so happy to see you!” After that I left Honduras, and I kept on going with what my life would bring up to me.

In the end I realized that although we are far away from each other, friends will always find a way to see each other.

The End