Warm tears roll down my cheeks.
Once I too had a nice life. I did not have many people to support me, but only one best friend - a friend who could supplement the absence of several others; one who could sweep away all the sadness from the heart; one who could take care like a mother, scold like a father, tease like a sister, fight like a brother and love like no one else; who was a family in himself. Yeah, this unique friend was a boy... Tristan Ford.
I was a small child when I lost my parents in a car accident and was brought up by my father's beloved friend, Mr. Archer Ford's family.
They took good care of me and never let me feel the absence of my parents. Mr. and Mrs. Ford loved and cared for me just like their own daughter. I loved them as well. It was my second family.
I grew up with their only son, Tristan, who studied in the same class as me. We two were the best of friends since childhood.
We never left each other's company. Both of us could never think a day without each other. We played together, studied together, laughed together, cried together ...The best moments of my life were spent with him. Ohh, how happy those golden days were!!!
Tears start falling down randomly from my eyes as I recall the reason why I was all alone now, in this miserable condition even when I had such a nice family to protect me, to care for me, to support me and most importantly to love me.
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