Five years ago, I had a friend who was more that a brother to me. I used to call him Carl and our friendship started when we met in the same school. He used to be there for me whenever I needed him and at some point, other people thought we were related in some way. They could call us cousins of which we never complained or tried to make them know that we were only friends. Carl had no parents and was living with his grandmother in the city. His parents had died in a car accident when he was young and he was left under the care of his grandmother. He used to tell me that he had the best life as his grandmother provided everything that he needed. She supported him morally, spiritually and emotionally. He could however, tell me that he only wished that he had known his parents before they died as the only place where he could see them was on photos that his grandmother kept in a safe. I used to encourage him with the aim of making him feel better.
I invited him to our house on a Saturday afternoon after informing my parents about him. He came by and we were having fun at the backyard. He was fast that I was when racing but I was stronger than he was when we struggled to get something for instance the ball. I would easily push him but he could run fast than I could. He used to give me tactics on how...
I could run fast and I used to encourage him to undertake some tasks so as to be strong. After we played, we got into the house where my mother had prepared a meal for us. As we ate, a small bone got stuck in my throat and I started chocking. My mother started screaming while my father called a doctor. Carl held me by my neck and reduced the movements that I made. As I stabilized, he used his fingers to get the bone out of my throat. It was painful but he saved my life. By the time the doctor arrived, I was fine and he only gave me painkillers.
Back at school, Carl was good in mathematics while I was not as good as he was. We used to assist each other in our studies and made sure that we remained at the top of our class throughout. We would play similar games such as football. During one competition, we participated in football. I made sure that Carl was always close to me so that I could assist him whenever someone tried to harass him. We made it to the finals and we won the trophy. Carl was an honest person and there is no time that we argued without getting into a conclusion. We used to solve our problems without the need of a third party. When I was faced with a problem, he would always assist and I would do the same when he needed me for instance in our studies.
Carl had to leave the city
as he wanted to start a new life with his aunt. It was hard for me to watch him leave but I had no choice. He was one person that will never be forgotten in my life as he made me realize that no matter how hard life seems to be, there is always a way to success.
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