I’ve known D since forever. Our parents were friends, and we became friends because we didn’t know any different. Not that I’d change things anyway. Until I was six or seven I thought we were blood-relatives, but some times I think we are closer than blood relatives, because our families are so close without having the familial obligation. Sometimes I think about how lucky we are to have life long friend / families, especially on days when she lets me pretend to run her over with a wheel barrow knowing full well that I lack the coordination to promise I won’t actually run her over.
That’s what friends are for…
PS. I didn’t really run her over, this time.
