ONE SAD STORY
ONE SAD STORY
I am going to tell one sad story that happened when I was in primary school. This still haunts me.
I have a male friend that was my best friend since I was seven. Lets's just pretend that his name is Adam. Adam is a very kind and gentle boy.He is very humble and a top scorer. He was the best student at the school and loved by all teachers because he never cause any trouble and was very obedient. As his best friend I always hanged out with him. We told stories and spend some time together for almost three years.
One day, he didn't come to school. I did not suspect anything and just assumed that he was having a fever. Then,it turned weird for me. He did not come to school for the next two months.I was curious and gained my courage to ask the teacher why he was absent. The teacher just said he was sick.He did not look sick the day before.He looks normal,happy and joyful just like he had always been.As a nine year old, my mind can't think of a disease that can make him sick so badly. After that day, I just waited him to come back to school. I waited and waited but he never came.
I missed him.I missed the times when we were laughing, when we were eating together,when we were doing homework together.These things suddenly haunts my memory.
Two months had passed.Eventually, I seemed to forget about bis sickness but still everyday I look at that empty table at the corner of my class,wondering where is he and what is he doing. Then,during recess, I can't remember what I was doing but I definitely remember sitting at my spot with three friends around me. My spot was beside the window and beside the school corridor. My mother is a teacher at the school that I was attending. Suddenly, my mother knocked the window and straight-forwardly said " Roset (not my real name), Adam just passed away" in my life, that is the last thing i wanted to hear. I asked her why did he died? "He has leukemia.He had that disease since he was seven." ,my mother replied. I was shocked. I was his best friend since two years ago but he never mentioned anything of this disease before.
Then, I busted into tears.I cried for the next 5 days. I missed him. Who wouldn't be sad? Everybody will be sad if something like this occurred in their life. His death was a dark memory.
Then, I decided to ask his mother where was he buried. His mother did not want to tell me but instead she told me this "Adam told me to keep his burial place as secret because he did not want you to find him because.. (she cried) he said that you will meet him at heaven one day. He said that you need to be patient for a little more and one day you will meet him." I can't hold my tears. I hugged her and went home, I continued to cry for the next four days thinking about his last words for me.
Now, I can only pray and think about our moments together. There is no use of crying anymore. There are just too many scars in my heart.Everytime I thought about him, I will think of our blissful times together. Adam, (not his real name)please rest well, you have suffered enough. One day, we will meet again.
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