My Best Friend : My Friend

My dad left me for China to pursue his dream when I was 2 and half years old. He would come back to visit my mom and I for a week every 3 or 4 months, which would be the happiest memory I’ve had. On a very cold winter day in the 2012, when I was 10 years old, my mother broke the news to me that Daddy would never come back again. Even though she kept assuring me that everything would be the same as before, except that I would see Daddy even less. The sadness and fear got a hold of me that even today I cannot describe my devastation at that time. In need of support, I talked to my friends about the bad news. “Everything was going to be alright, you always have us.” My friends comforted me. After tons of tissues and warm bear-hugs, I realized something significant in my life: my friends were always there for me. They took care of me, helped me in every way they can.Their parents would pick me up after school when my mom was stuck in traffic. We would always go to the movies, Six Flags whenever when we have time. We would volunteer together and go to camps together. Slowly but surely, I got over it. I was born and raised in the suburb of Plano, Texas. To others, Plano is just a city of engineers near Dallas, but to me, Plano represents a community filled with caring, sensitive, intelligent, fun loving people that inspire me to become a better person, support others during their times of trouble as my friends did for me.

I am Alyssa DeLillo. Growing up I have lived a decent life. I was raised in a good household, tried to always keep people happy, and made lots of friends. Up until the age of eight I lived in a small city in California. I had the best parents and grandparents a child could ask for. At a young age though, I lost my father to a heart condition that couldn’t be controlled. At the time of it happening I didn’t understand what was going on but later as I got older my mother explained it to me. For a while, it was all I could think about and it still sits in the back of my thoughts but, I learned to move on and to cope with the sad thoughts. I reminded myself I still had my mom.

It was a picture perfect morning in the early days of May in Greenville, South Carolina, when I was born to two very loving parents. My birth did not come without any obstacles; I was born with a backwards heart. My father, Scott, is the Worldwide Sales Manager of a company that cleans circuit boards called Aqueous. My mother currently works with DSS and is working on obtaining her master’s degree from Southern New Hampshire University. I have an older brother named Jack who is a freshman at Costal Carolina, a younger sister named Natalie who is home schooled by my mom and another younger sister named Georgia who is in Pre-K. After 7 years of marriage my father and mother split up. I currently live my mother and see my father every other weekend.

For the first 4 years of my life, I lived in that trailer with my mother and father in Lawrenceburg, KY. On March 2, 2000 my little sister was born. My father worked at an electric company doing electrical engineering work while my mother stayed home with me, and then 22 months after my birth, with my sister Haley. My mother didn’t pay much attention to us even though she was a stay-at-home mom, so I wasn’t talked to often. I learned a lot of my words from the television I was always placed in front of. I was left alone a lot, which translated to my liking to be alone still today. I was no very close to my mother because though she was there, she didn’t engage with me. Once I was 3, I started

It was the afternoon of Saturday July 30th and it was very sunny out. We lived in small town in Alaska so it wasn't that warm. It was that type of town where everyone knew everything about anyone. As small as this town was, it was my home. I had a best friend since pre-K and we did everything together. Our moms signed us up for all of the extracurricular activities in the town ever since we were little. That is until his family moved him to the lower forty-eights in the sixth grade after figuring

I was born May 17, 1996 in Houston Texas. I am the only child of my mother but I am the second youngest of 6 to my father. I have 4 sisters and 1 brother whom we all share a dad and a step brother from my stepfather, whom my mother married when I was young, but later passed away of kidney failures. He was the dad I grew up with and never knew as a stepfather. Losing him was just as hard as it would’ve been if he was my biological father. Throughout elementary I changed to three different schools, the first being down the street from my home, the second being a few blocks to be known as a better education system and the third to be in Crosby TX, where I moved with my grandmother, 2 uncles and aunt in the 3rd grade-5th grade.

I grew up in a semi safe environment that was filled with a variety of benevolent people, a vast majority of those people happened to be my family and family friends. The neighborhood was a little tough, there were gunfights in front of my home on three separate occasions and some home invasions but not too much. Thanks to my parents, I didn’t grow up around the rugged kids that Denver Harbor normally produced, so I grow up different from all of the other kids. My parents spoiled me as a child, but thankfully I wasn’t spoiled rotten. My mother and father were and still are fantastic parents, they’re the reason I’m where I’m now. I feel like I eventually grew up right, however I wasn’t always on the right path. There was a long time where I wasn’t stable, I often wish I could rewrite that section of my life, but it’s a part of my

My school years have consisted of being around friends, and doing new things. I’ve made lots of friends past the 5th grade. My first friend was my best one, though we don’t hang out as often anymore. These were the happy years of my school time. I made three to four friends. One time I had been knocked out with a soccer ball, I had to go to the nurse. Though these weren't always the happiest. My mom and ex step dad, JR, always fought. They fought about drugs, money, anything they could. After their fights, mom would come into my sisters and I’s room and sing to us, I will always keep the song to heart.

My parents divorced during the first year of high school then my mother became ill with cancer. My life shifted from son to caregiver, at the early age of fourteen I had to get an emergency driver license to drive my mother to chemo and everywhere she needed to go. While she was taking her treatments in a town an hour away I did my homework in the waiting room. I tried to maintain a high GPA to get in to a good school. It was a tough ordeal and heart wrenching challenge that shook me to my core. I was there for her and helped clean our house and I drove my sisters to school when my mother couldn’t. At school I dove into books and I spent most of my time in the library.

It was a pleasant day,I can plainly recall that ,not long ago,we were in class 8th then.The sun was at the highest point,shining gay,and we three,Arpita Varshneya,Pragati and I,were there in the sun devising a plan to take revenge on our so called teaser friend, Rishika,the award winning prankster and our friend from the next door, class 8 B.

A friend is someone who you can always count on and almost like family, maybe like the brother or sister you never had. An ally is almost the same thing, except an ally may be older and someone you may be able to trust or lean on more because they have more experience. Everyone should have an ally or friend in their lives at all times. I have many people in my life that love and support me but no one can beat the way Danny treated me during this hard time. Danny has been my tumbling coach since I was around 3-4, and has always been my favorite since we connect so much. He is in his upper twenties but I have known him since he was just starting to coach, everyone at the gym loves him. He taught me all the tumbling skills I know and still to this day he teaches me more and more, and not just about tumbling but, actual life lessons. Coach Danny is my number one ally, he motivates me not only through tumbling but, all around life he is the person I can tell anything to and know that he will always be there to help me through it, he has been through it all with me and I will never forget him.

There’s a gal in my life whom I had met my freshman year of highschool, she’s my best friend, my role model and the love interest of my short lived life. We were desk partners in Spanish One second semester. I had a particular interest in her for the entirety of that semester until I flat out realized I had a heavy crush on her. Eventually I grew the courage to tell her in the most goofy, awkward way possible. “Hey Sydney, I need to get something off my chest... I like you”. Then I essentially vanished into my next class. Her reaction made me feel incredibly calm, I wasn’t used to talking to girls. Her reaction made me realize talking to girls was incredibly easy, I had been talking to her the entire semester. Then Summer break came and left as quickly as it did... over that time I made no attempt to speak with her again.

Been 6 months 194 days, 8 hours ,49 minutes , and 20 seconds since I lost my best friend. These past couple months have been horrible for me. She is all I think about on a daily basis. Everything I do is for her. I remember this day like it was yesterday. All the tears, memories, laughs, conversations. Kamilion Jenkins meant a lot to a whole bunch of people. She was filled with laughter, love, smiles, everything you can think of. All the memories we had together, the night I heard the bad news, and the day we said our last goodbyes are the days I won't ever forget.

On September 12, 2017 at approximately 6:30 pm my mother informed me Justin, one of my best friends, had taken his own life. I was absolutely dumbfounded upon hearing the news of his death. At the age of 17, Justin was an Eagle Scout, honors student, top ten in his class at a very competitive school, and one of the best friends anyone could ever ask for. He was one of the hardest working and most dedicated people I have ever met.

I was not blessed with the best of childhoods until about the age of seven . my mother cleaned houses during the day and became an alcoholic drug head by night . my father worked as an ac man and participated in the nightly ritual with my mother, while I was sent to my room .at the good old age of seven my mothers sister picked me up from school to have me get my things to spend the weekend with her . the only thing about that weekend was that it never ended ,since I never went back home my aunt became my mom along with her husband who I adopted as my dad . my new mom and dad loved and nurtured me making sure I had the best of education ,never going without anything ,and made sure I was well acquainted with Christianity every Sunday morning . with the years going by like sand slipping through the cracks of fingers I was seventeen ,and like most seventeen teenagers I thought I knew everything in the world . my seventeenth year was one of the biggest milestones of my life . I had my first job, was one year way from graduating high-school and the biggest part I had my first boyfriend . oh the sweet, sweet taste of love so sweet its like sugar . Andrew, my first boyfriend was a nineteen year old Vietnamese guy that was in his first year of college ,held no responsibility and lived the lavish life thanks to his big wig father who owns over half of the gas stations in Texas . looking past all of that I fell in love hard just to hot realities ground hard . About seven months into