Who's your best friend?
As a child that seemingly so simple a question becomes the cause of many an argument and upest, as well as joy at being labelled such by another kid; it is the source of hunts for friendship bracelets/necklaces/charms, secret passwords and codes, and the endless dilemma of who to choose for that prestigious title.
As an adult, I now delight in having lots of best friends, spread all over the world. I'm one of those lucky people: my mum's my best friend. So's my boyfriend. The girls I stayed up to 2am writing essays with at uni. The shy 'other English girl' who my fascinated classmates told me to speak English to on my first day at a Dutch-speaking school. The special lady I saw today who has made her home elsewhere but never forgets about me. My wonderful, tolerant housemate in NZ. The list goes on and on and on...
I no longer feel the need to choose a best friend. I have lots, all different, all part of who I am, all fabulous. I love you all.
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