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20 FRIENDS CANT PLAY TOGETHER FOR 20 YEARS.

Gone are the days, the days that brought good memories, and the ones that brought the opposite. All in all, I am always grateful for life and my existence on the surface.

We are all humans and that's one of the reasons why we have to be careful about our actions today, no one can tell what tomorrow has for us. It's so much hidden. A friend today could turn into an enemy tomorrow, and an enemy today could turn into the best friend we ever had.

Life has its ways of playing with our fate and makes us see things so differently. We are all strangers even to our families but with time we get to create some bond that gets so hard to unbind, we create ties that are so hard to cut. And some of these memories are unforgettable. But when the time comes that we have to split up we would be left with no choice.

My story

We were brought up indoors and we hardly have the time to mingle with people in society, the only time we have to relate with people is when we are at school or in the evening when we go for Islamic studies. And those friendships were just temporary.

But there was this close friend of mum, she sold fruit at the end of our street but her children attend a different school from ours. I don't know when their friendship started but I knew her children just started coming to our house once in a while.

We were always indoors, so we knew the value of people coming to visit us. I think our first meeting was when their mum had to go to the market and they were already back from school. Their mum was late and she had to call mum to help her pick them up. They stayed and played with us till evening time.

When they were about to go, we asked them to come visit often without knowing it was a decision from their mum.

A few days ago, we were on holiday and their mum brought them to her shop. They might have been disturbing their mom before she asked them to come visit us again. This time Mum was around and she took us through some home lessons. They were bright children but I felt their school wasn't so serious with their academics compared to ours. They saw our performance and went home to tell their parents. After the coaching with Mum, the next thing was that they resumed school with us and left their former school.

This brought us even closer, after school, they stopped by our place before going to their mum's shop. The eldest among them was my age mate so we vibe together. He became my best friend for some time.

I liked him and his siblings so much, Peter can eat and play, he is friendly and jovial, and also intelligent. But after three years they had to withdraw from our school to another school. I never wanted to leave him but I had no choice.

Years passed by and our paths never came across each other again. I wished to see them again for a few years before those memories had to fade when we moved from our apartment to another.

There was a time when our discussion channeled towards them and the memories we had together. My brother decided to check for their names on Facebook, and luckily he got the name of the eldest son, Peter. Oooh. I also checked on him and had some conversations with him. It was nice reuniting with him again. He is now a graduate of a Federal university in the East. Hopefully someday in the future, we get to meet each other physically.

_{This is my response to the prompt for week 63 edition 1 on the hive learners community and the topic to be discussed is LOST CHILDHOOD FRIENDS}.