Personal Essay About My Best Friend

A ‘best friend’ is someone who knows lock, sock and barrel about you, the one person whom you cannot attempt a vital moment without, your conscientious pal. My best friend was more like family to me .Meghan the blonde beauty with silky blonde hair tied up with the finest pearls. I still do not know how such a big heart fitted into the top of her hourglass figure. Meghan was someone who would help you out when you were at your worst, make sure that your hair always looked pretty just like hers! Meghan was a motherly figure in my life, she would make a person feel warm and welcome in her company.

You know when you do not have a family of your own anymore it is nice to know that there are other peope that can make one feel contentment when you come in contact with them. I was eleven years of age when I watched my father climb into his BMW from what was known as my ‘fun room’ ,however it did not seem that fun that day. I was not sure if it was the fog on the window that was evaporating and initiating earthward or if it was my eleven year old self crying because I knew ‘’Daddy’s little princess’’ would never see her brave King again , how was I meant to be brave again if the only person who made me feel brave was … gone?

I was laying in bed on a Siberian Sunday before noon, at my aunts condominium ,the house that when you walk in the front door your hands become sweaty , you can feel your heart inside of your mouth and the room marches with each footprint that you leave behind on the dusty