When you were still in the kindergarten, friends were the people who romped about with you, played mischievous tricks upon everyone. When you were getting bigger, perhaps at primary school, friends were the people who helped you in your homework, who sung with you at the school choir. Had you forgotten them? Had you betrayed them? Are you a good friend to your friends? A true friend would always tell you the truth, be you best partner when you need him, most of all, support you.
It is not right to act suspiciously in front of your friends. Not long ago, my friends were very busy planning a birthday surprise for me. They stopped talking when I drew near and whispered when I was within earshot. They put their work hastily away when I asked what it was. Their act was so suspicious that my curiosity grew. I tried to expose their scheme. I tried to peep into their drawers when they were away at recess. At the end, everyone lost his patience and interest and my friends blamed me. “It’s all your fault!” Yes, that’s true. I had spoiled their plans, but their motives were suspect with me.
Good friends are the people who forgive your mistakes, who stop you from making mistakes and help you when you do. Friends are the people who help you, who offer support and tell you the truth when you need to hear it. Once, my friend Aggie and I had attended a duet contest. We tried different styles and different songs, but none of those satisfied us. I was upset and wanted to give up, but Aggie encouraged me. Finally, we chose the most suitable piece of music for the competition. We practiced and practiced and practiced. Sometimes we only practiced for an hour, while we usually practiced a whole day, kept repeating the same phrase again, again and again. We were ready to challenge other competitors and do our best to get a prize.
On the day of the competition, I was sick and could not attend it. That means we had no chance to win it. When I phoned Aggie the news, I was crying. I knew that it was me who ruined our hopes. It was all my fault, I thought. I was afraid Aggie would be disappointed. I was afraid she would be angry and never forgive me.
“ Aggie, I was about to tell you a disaster.”
“Yeah?” She asked.
“Well, I am feeling sick. I’m afraid that I cannot attend to competition. I’m very sorry, very sorry indeed!” I sobbed.
There was no sound from Aggie.
“ Aggie, are you here? Answer me!” I cried.
Dead silence. I put down the phone and trembled. Will she ever forgive me? I put myself to the pillows on my bed desperately and wailed like a child. Suddenly, Aggie came into my room.
“ I’ve asked Mom to make some soup for you. Here you are. Help yourself.” Aggie said, without irritation or depression in her voice. “ Calm down and drink the soup while it is hot.” I was startled. I cried even louder. I could not say that I was happy, but I was very astonished and touched.
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