How I Met My Best Friend.

I can vividly picture this memory in my head, for it is a special one to me.  It was the day I met my best friend, Steven Guido.

It was 1st Grade, and I was excited for it was the first time I was in a “grade” before.  I quickly glanced around to see if there was anyone I knew back in Kindergarten, and there were many.  I spoke with them and we discussed about our summer activities.  After speaking with all of them, I looked down at the desks to see where I would be sitting, and who I would be sitting next to.  I peered at all of the name tags, and finally found mine.  To the right of my desk was a boy, sitting down by himself and quietly examining the classroom.  I was afraid to speak to him, for I hadn’t known him yet, but my mom, who saw me staring at him at the time, urged for me to introduce myself.  I nervously pulled out my little chair and sat down next to him.  

Finally I said:

“Hi.”

He turned, noticing that someone was speaking to him, and said hello to me.

“I’m Khiem.”

“I’m Steven.”

I quickly wanted to continue the conversation, so I quickly thought of something that came to my mind.

“Uh.  Do you like cars?” I said.

“Yeh,” he replied quickly.

There was an awkward pause.  Finally, Steven spoke.

“Do you like kittens?” he asked. 

Quickly, my reaction was “No.”  I’m allergic to cats; whenever I stand or live near a cat, my lungs start to swell and I soon face severe asthma problems within a few hours.  I still remember the time when I was five, and I had an asthma attack while at a parent’s friend’s party.  That was a horrible experience.  Although, I hated cats in general (his cat is nice though, h3h3), I still said what was right.

“Yeah.” I replied.

And that’s how it started.  To this day, I have been keeping in touch with Steven frequently, despite the two of us going to different schools.  His birthday is actually coming up, September 10, so I decided to write about him.

So yeah, a great friendship can start with a lie.

And thanks Mom, for giving me the confidence to speak to him.

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