If I had magical powers, I would bring my best friend back to life. Carla was her name. Her hair was the colour of lemon, her face was round with a tinge of golden hue. She had sanguine complexion which made an excellent job of complementing her deep almost cobalt blue eyes. Whenever she burst into laughter, her cheeks would resemble a raspberry patch. Her lovely smile would radiate the whole room. Over the years, Carla and I had built a strong bond of friendship, a bond that was unbreakable by any means. She was always there when I needed her most through thick and thin.
She was reason why I have quit smoking and transformed myself into a better person. I couldn’t ask for a better friend than the one and only Carla. She had a
...lways been cheerful and high-spirited at all times. But everything changed in the twinkling of an eye when she found out she was suffering from colon cancer. A wave of cascading tears instantly flowed down her rosy cheeks. Her face took on a look of such dejection and despair. Carla was at the age of 21 when she was first diagnosed with the lethal disease. She had to endure the agonizing pain for years and went through countless amounts of treatment at a private hospital.
The disease took its toll on her physically and mentally. Ever since that dreadful incident, a deep sense of disheartenment overwhelmed Carla. Sadly, the disease took her life two years ago albeit her determination not to succumb to the cancer. I still could not accept the fact that Carla ha
left the world at such a young age without having the opportunity to discover the world and experience life to the fullest. Felt like it was just yesterday when we spent a splendid time in Bali where all the problems in the world did not seem to bother us, not even a slightest bit.
We took the time off to unwind and enjoy the aura of serenity and tranquillity that is rather synonymous to Bali. Carla always had a wish in her life; to meet the underprivileged and poverty-stricken people in the urban areas. She truly owned a heart of purest gold. If she was still alive, I would not hesitate to accompany her to perform voluntary work probably in Ethiopia. I would support her lifetime passion that was to help the unfortunate people and those who came from a deprived environment.
I would tell her how much I cherished our friendship and how she had significantly changed my life. We could also go and dine out at one of the local diners on Friday nights like we usually did, just chitchat and hang out. Plus, we could make plans on the next trip abroad as we shared similar hobby which is travelling and dive into various distinctive cultures and tradition. Thoughts are thoughts, and reality is reality. Reality is I have to move on with my life and stop dwelling in the past but Carla is certainly worth all the memories and will eternally be my best friend.
