Lossing my first best friend.

       

         Her name was Larisa, and we met in 2001. I considered her as a sister because we were friends 
around four-teen years, that is why I used to call her sister. Therefore, to have had her as a friend was 
the best. Consequently, we shared amazing moments and  experiences, until the day I realized that 
she had passed away. Terribly, not having her anymore is frustraiting, because it is not the same to 
walk in front of her house knowing that she does not exist anymore.

       When I met Larisa, I was eight years old, since we became friends it was a rule for us to play 
every Saturday afternoon. As we grew up, we used to see each other almost every day at night, to 
talk about how our day had been. I still remember when we sat down on the sidewalk to bother the 
guys that walked in front of us and then laugh at their reactions. Once a guy got mad at us and we 
ran away before he approched us. Those days were fantastic and unforgettable.

       On the other hand, I have not known another person like her. She was a perseverant person and 
she fomented that to me. Furthermore, she fought for what she wanted, Larisa taught me that it does 
not matter what the problem was, I just had to fight for it, and that is something that makes me feel 
proud of her and I know she is proud of me right now. Whereas, when I was confused about 
something, she was always there for me, and she gave me her best advice and made me feel better, 
those are the things sisters do.

       Our first time we shared a moment was when we made a sleepover. I will never forget it, 
because we were just twelve years old and we did not know what to do. Hence, we started eating pop 
corn and watching TV. Moreover; we made a pillows fight, until we got tired, we went to bed. 
Besides that, when we were bored we made parties on Saturday nights and called our friends. We 
continued seeing each other until we entered to the university  and she gotten a disease named 
Multiple Sclerosis.

       Sadly, when she got sick we stop seeing each other. I did not know what the disease in fact was, 
but at the same time I knew that it was a hard illness. She was hospitalized many times, and the 
worst was when she got worse and that early morning she stopped breathing. I was sleeping when 
my mother woke me up and gave me the bad news. I could not cry because I was in shock and I 
could not believe it. I lost my best friend I said, holding my head in my hands, and that day was the 
worst day of my life. 

       Finally, that is where I understood that we have to enjoy better the closest people. We never 
know when we are leaving this life, the one that is only one. If I said that I have already got over it, I 
would be lying, because I do not. Lossing someone special is something that is inexplicable; and less 
when is someone that has been with us most of the time, sharing with us most of the moments we 
live; and we feel the absence stronger tan ever. After all, I still consider her my sister.

       Indeed, when we meet someone that becomes special after a certain time, we usullay call them; 
sisters or brothers. And even more when they are with us no matter the type of situation, because if 
they are considered close realitves; they will not be wating for a reward. Nowadays, most of the 
people are sometimes hypocrate, in order to have more acquaintences or friends. Luckly, if we find 
or have someone that is totally different from others, or at least the way we are, take care of that 
relationship.