Finding A Treasure You Thought You Lost

I had a best friend, a wonderful friend, someone who gave me a person to aspire to be like, and someone who my parents made me leave. Now I know your parents can’t MAKE you leave someone, but when you are 10 and you are a law abiding, whatever you say sir kind of daughter like I was then when your parents sit you down and tell you that the sky is green you nod your head and say “OH yes sir.” On this particular sit down we discussed how although they loved my best friend Mrs. Bitch they felt that her parents were a bit to much of something, something that they could not put their finger on, but something they decided was enough to do an intervention. They planned their timing well, it was the beginning of the summer between 6th and 7th grade and I was not allowed to call or make plans with her. By the time we got back to school a rift had formed, a rift that I could have filled and bridged but instead followed my parent’s edict. We still talked, we occasionally shared, but it was not the same, you could feel it, and we just slowly drifted apart. I always missed her, sometimes I would stare at her with her new crowd of friends and desperately wish to go against the chains my parents had mentally wrapped around me but I did not, I let her go, it was one of the saddest parts of my young life.

Almost 15 years later out of the blue she emailed me, as I read her message I started to cry, she never forgot about me, she always thought about me, and now that I was older and could make decisions for myself I immediately set about trying to reconnect, to see if the strings were still there just waiting to be gathered back up. We met at a restaurant in between where I was (my cousins Ms. Sweetie’s) and where I was going (my Grandpas house) since I was only in town for a weekend, time was a commodity I did not have a lot of. We met at La Shish and the first few minutes were a bit awkward but as we both opened up further I found that all the ties we had were still there. Sadly enough my parents feeling about her parents was not incorrect and I learned that Mrs. Bitch dealt with a very difficult home life that I was to naive to see.

I really believe in soul mates, people in this world that you truly click with, and I really believe that Mrs. Bitch is one of my soul mates. I am so grateful to have my friend back in my life and I cannot wait to spend the next 15 years making up turning my back on our friendship.