The first time I ever met my friend Lenaya was at my Aunt Carol's house. She was my moms best friends daughter. My Aunt Carol thought we would be good friend so she set up a play date. We clicked right away and went to talking about things we had in common. Lenaya and I were both born in August, in the same hospital and had the same school friends. Later on that day we both said are see you laters, and my mom picked me up to go home.
My mom and I moved in with Lenaya's family shortly after. Are friendship grew stronger every
second we were together. We would wake up, eat breakfast, go to school and share some of the same classes. We grew up acting like brother and sister. On one year we celebrated our birthdays together. Our mothers rearranged for a mini party of friends and family. We made our wishes, blew out are candles and enjoyed our presents together. Our mothers present to us was a relaxing day at the beach. We walked the boardwalk, went to a candy store, played in the sand and talked while tanning. We went home aching and looking a shade lighter than chocolate.
The day I told Lenaya I was moving to North Carolina was the hardest day ever. We met at my Aunt Carol's house for our last hang out and for me to break the news. I pulled her aside and said "I'm
moving to North Carolina". She turned around and hugged her face full of tears and I joined her. We joked about her coming in my luggage and us growing older living together. We said our final good-byes and I didn't see Lenaya again until my summer vacation from kms.
