{"id":3337,"date":"2026-08-16T17:41:27","date_gmt":"2026-08-16T17:41:27","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/?p=3337"},"modified":"2026-08-16T17:41:27","modified_gmt":"2026-08-16T17:41:27","slug":"at-6-i-promised-my-best-friend-with-down-syndrome-wed-go-to-prom-together-12-years-later-mom-said-i-could-go-with-him-only-on-one-condition","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/insightdrama.com\/?p=3337","title":{"rendered":"At 6, I Promised My Best Friend with Down Syndrome We\u2019d Go to Prom Together \u2013 12 Years Later, Mom Said I Could Go with Him Only on One Condition"},"content":{"rendered":"
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I was ready to leave.<\/p>\n

Then my mother pulled me upstairs, locked my bedroom door, and told me I could go with him only after hearing the truth she had hidden for six years.<\/p>\n

That was the moment I knew something was wrong.<\/p>\n

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Downstairs, Noah was talking to my aunt.<\/p>\n

I could hear his voice through the floor.<\/p>\n

Mom stood in front of me with her back against the bedroom door.<\/p>\n

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\u201cYou can go with Noah tonight,\u201d she said. \u201cBut I need one promise first.\u201d<\/p>\n

I stared at her.<\/p>\n

\u201cI know. That\u2019s generally how dates work.\u201d<\/p>\n

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\u201cI\u2019m serious.\u201d<\/p>\n

Her voice sounded strange.<\/p>\n

\u201cMidnight?\u201d<\/p>\n

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\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cEleven-thirty?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cChristina.\u201d<\/p>\n

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The second she used my full name, I stopped smiling.<\/p>\n

Mom\u2019s hands were trembling.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s going on?\u201d<\/p>\n

She looked toward the locked door.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou need to hear something first.\u201d<\/p>\n

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\u201cAbout what?\u201d<\/p>\n

Her eyes met mine.<\/p>\n

\u201cAbout Noah.\u201d<\/p>\n

My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat about him?\u201d<\/p>\n

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Then she swallowed.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd about me.\u201d<\/p>\n

I stared at her.<\/p>\n

Finally, she sat on the edge of my bed.<\/p>\n

\u201cI owe both of you the truth.\u201d<\/p>\n

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Noah and I became friends because of raisins.<\/p>\n

We were six years old.<\/p>\n

Our first-grade teacher handed out little red boxes during snack time.<\/p>\n

I was secretly pushing mine underneath a napkin when the boy sitting next to me leaned over and whispered, \u201cThat\u2019s smart.\u201d<\/p>\n

I looked at him.<\/p>\n

He was doing exactly the same thing.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou hate raisins?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThey\u2019re old grapes.\u201d<\/p>\n

I considered that.<\/p>\n

\u201cThey are.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOld grapes are gross.\u201d<\/p>\n

That was enough.<\/p>\n

By lunchtime, we were best friends.<\/p>\n

Dinosaurs made it permanent.<\/p>\n

Noah knew an unreasonable amount about them.<\/p>\n

He could tell you what they ate, where they lived, and which one would win in a fight.<\/p>\n

I liked drawing them.<\/p>\n

Badly.<\/p>\n

The first time I showed him my Tyrannosaurus rex, he studied the page for several seconds.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat is that?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cA T. rex.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt looks like a potato with arms.\u201d<\/p>\n

I shoved him.<\/p>\n

He laughed so loudly our teacher separated us.<\/p>\n

Noah had Down syndrome.<\/p>\n

At six, that mattered to me far less than the fact that he cheated at dinosaur trivia by memorizing the answers before asking me the questions.<\/p>\n

Our friendship was simple.<\/p>\n

Then another child made it complicated.<\/p>\n

One afternoon, our teacher announced she was getting married.<\/p>\n

The entire class exploded with opinions.<\/p>\n

Chocolate cake.<\/p>\n

Vanilla cake.<\/p>\n

Flowers.<\/p>\n

Music.<\/p>\n

One kid insisted weddings needed trampolines.<\/p>\n

Noah raised his hand.<\/p>\n

\u201cMy wedding will have chocolate cake.\u201d<\/p>\n

Our teacher smiled.<\/p>\n

\u201cExcellent choice.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd no slow songs.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy not?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThey\u2019re boring.\u201d<\/p>\n

A boy across the table laughed.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re not getting married.\u201d<\/p>\n

Noah looked at him.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, I am.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cTo who?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t know yet.\u201d<\/p>\n

The boy smirked.<\/p>\n

\u201cNobody\u2019s going to marry you.\u201d<\/p>\n

I still remember the exact moment Noah stopped smiling.<\/p>\n

He looked down at his hands.<\/p>\n

Something hot rose in my chest.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s mean, Roger.\u201d<\/p>\n

The boy turned toward me.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSomebody will love Noah.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThen you marry him.\u201d<\/p>\n

Several kids giggled.<\/p>\n

Our teacher immediately shut it down.<\/p>\n

But Noah had already heard enough.<\/p>\n

After class, he found me near the cubbies.<\/p>\n

\u201cChrissy?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWould you love me?\u201d<\/p>\n

I remember thinking very seriously about the question.<\/p>\n

\u201cMaybe.\u201d<\/p>\n

His face brightened.<\/p>\n

\u201cReally?\u201d<\/p>\n

That was when I realized I had accidentally entered what felt like a legally binding agreement.<\/p>\n

So I added the only thing my six-year-old brain could think of.<\/p>\n

\u201cBut first we have to go to prom.\u201d<\/p>\n

Noah frowned.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s prom?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cA dance.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWe have dances now.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo. Prom is when we\u2019re almost grown-ups.\u201d<\/p>\n

He thought about that.<\/p>\n

Then he held out his pinkie.<\/p>\n

\u201cPromise?\u201d<\/p>\n

I hooked mine around his.<\/p>\n

\u201cPromise.\u201d<\/p>\n

I forgot about it before dinner.<\/p>\n

Noah didn\u2019t.<\/p>\n

Twelve years is a long time for a friendship to survive childhood.<\/p>\n

Ours somehow did.<\/p>\n

We didn\u2019t have every class together.<\/p>\n

We made other friends.<\/p>\n

We developed completely different interests.<\/p>\n

Noah became obsessed with baseball.<\/p>\n

I became obsessed with art.<\/p>\n

He tried teaching me baseball statistics.<\/p>\n

I retaliated by dragging him through museums.<\/p>\n

Neither campaign succeeded.<\/p>\n

Then, when we were twelve, my parents divorced.<\/p>\n

That changed me more than I understood at the time.<\/p>\n

Dad moved twenty minutes away.<\/p>\n

Mom started pretending she wasn\u2019t crying.<\/p>\n

I started pretending I didn\u2019t notice.<\/p>\n

At school, I stopped eating much at lunch.<\/p>\n

Noah noticed.<\/p>\n

He never asked me to explain.<\/p>\n

He simply sat beside me.<\/p>\n

Sometimes he talked.<\/p>\n

Sometimes he didn\u2019t.<\/p>\n

Once, he spent fifteen straight minutes explaining why our baseball team desperately needed a better relief pitcher.<\/p>\n

I understood maybe four words.<\/p>\n

It helped anyway.<\/p>\n

Years later, when I failed my first driving test, Noah came to my house carrying two ice creams.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy two?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOne because you tried.\u201d<\/p>\n

I smiled.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd the other?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBecause you drove badly.\u201d<\/p>\n

I threw a pillow at him.<\/p>\n

When I was sixteen, I nearly quit art because a girl in my class mocked one of my paintings.<\/p>\n

The next morning, I found the ugliest dinosaur drawing I had ever made taped inside Noah\u2019s locker.<\/p>\n

\u201cNoah!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy is that there?\u201d<\/p>\n

He looked at it.<\/p>\n

\u201cStill looks like a potato with arms.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThen take it down.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBecause you can\u2019t quit yet.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy not?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBecause your dinosaurs still haven\u2019t improved.\u201d<\/p>\n

I laughed despite myself.<\/p>\n

That was Noah.<\/p>\n

He never made dramatic speeches.<\/p>\n

He simply stayed around long enough for whatever hurt to become easier to carry.<\/p>\n

When my first boyfriend dumped me three weeks before junior homecoming, Noah showed up with chocolate ice cream.<\/p>\n

He sat beside me on the porch while I cried.<\/p>\n

After ten minutes of silence, he finally said, \u201cI told you he was an idiot.\u201d<\/p>\n

I looked at him through swollen eyes.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, you didn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI thought it.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat doesn\u2019t count.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt should.\u201d<\/p>\n

I laughed so hard I almost choked.<\/p>\n

So when senior prom arrived, there was never much question in my mind about who I wanted beside me.<\/p>\n

Apparently, Noah wasn\u2019t quite as certain.<\/p>\n

One afternoon in February, he found me at my locker.<\/p>\n

\u201cChrissy.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDo you remember first grade?\u201d<\/p>\n

I pretended to think.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n

His face dropped.<\/p>\n

\u201cSeriously?\u201d<\/p>\n

I laughed.<\/p>\n

\u201cNoah, I\u2019m kidding.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s not funny.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt was a little funny.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n

Then he held out his pinkie.<\/p>\n

Suddenly, I was six again.<\/p>\n

Raisins.<\/p>\n

Dinosaurs.<\/p>\n

A cruel little boy.<\/p>\n

A promise I had forgotten almost immediately and somehow spent twelve years keeping anyway.<\/p>\n

I hooked my finger around his.<\/p>\n

\u201cProm?\u201d<\/p>\n

He nodded.<\/p>\n

\u201cProm.\u201d<\/p>\n

His entire face lit up.<\/p>\n

\u201cI already bought the bow tie.\u201d<\/p>\n

I blinked.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNovember.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNoah, it was November.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cExactly.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat does that even mean?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cStores run out of things.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThey were not going to run out of bow ties.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou don\u2019t know that.\u201d<\/p>\n

That was how Noah asked me to prom.<\/p>\n

On prom night, I was upstairs fighting with an earring when the doorbell rang.<\/p>\n

My aunt shouted from downstairs.<\/p>\n

\u201cChrissy! He\u2019s here!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cTell him two minutes!\u201d<\/p>\n

Noah\u2019s voice floated through the entryway.<\/p>\n

\u201cShe said that fifteen minutes ago!\u201d<\/p>\n

Traitor.<\/p>\n

I finally got the earring in and checked myself in the mirror.<\/p>\n

Dress.<\/p>\n

Hair curled.<\/p>\n

Makeup my aunt had spent nearly an hour doing.<\/p>\n

I felt nervous.<\/p>\n

Not because of Noah.<\/p>\n

Because prom had always seemed like something that happened to older people.<\/p>\n

Then suddenly, I was one of the older people.<\/p>\n

I grabbed my purse and headed toward the stairs.<\/p>\n

That was when Mom opened the front door.<\/p>\n

Then everything went strangely quiet.<\/p>\n

I stepped closer to the landing.<\/p>\n

Noah stood in the entryway.<\/p>\n

Navy suit.<\/p>\n

White shirt.<\/p>\n

Perfectly straight bow tie.<\/p>\n

In one hand, he held a small corsage.<\/p>\n

He looked incredibly pleased with himself.<\/p>\n

Mom didn\u2019t.<\/p>\n

She stared at him.<\/p>\n

\u201cMrs. Jane?\u201d<\/p>\n

Mom blinked.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh. Noah. Hi.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou okay?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n

She wasn\u2019t.<\/p>\n

I knew my mother.<\/p>\n

Something changed the moment she saw him.<\/p>\n

Her eyes dropped to the corsage.<\/p>\n

Then the bow tie.<\/p>\n

Then his face.<\/p>\n

For a second, she looked like she had seen a ghost.<\/p>\n

\u201cChrissy is almost ready,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n

\u201cI am ready.\u201d<\/p>\n

Mom turned.<\/p>\n

Her face changed when she saw me.<\/p>\n

\u201cCome upstairs.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cJust for a minute.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMom, Noah is waiting.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n

Noah lifted the corsage.<\/p>\n

\u201cI have this.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI can see that.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s rosemary.\u201d<\/p>\n

I paused halfway down the stairs.<\/p>\n

\u201cRosemary?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThe florist said it means remembering.\u201d<\/p>\n

He smiled proudly.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd I remember promises.\u201d<\/p>\n

Behind me, Mom made a tiny sound.<\/p>\n

I turned.<\/p>\n

Her eyes were wet.<\/p>\n

\u201cMom?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cUpstairs, Christina.\u201d<\/p>\n

This time, she didn\u2019t ask.<\/p>\n

The second we entered my bedroom, Mom shut the door.<\/p>\n

Then locked it.<\/p>\n

\u201cOkay. Now you\u2019re officially scaring me.\u201d<\/p>\n

She faced me.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou can go with Noah tonight, but only on one condition.\u201d<\/p>\n

Anger came before fear.<\/p>\n

\u201cIf this is because Noah has Down syndrome, I swear\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m eighteen.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHe\u2019s my best friend.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI know that too.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThen what is the problem?\u201d<\/p>\n

Mom pressed her lips together.<\/p>\n

For several seconds, she couldn\u2019t speak.<\/p>\n

Finally, she sat on my bed.<\/p>\n

\u201cDo you remember the year your father left?\u201d<\/p>\n

The question threw me.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat does Dad have to do with prom?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNothing.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThen why are we talking about him?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBecause something happened that year.\u201d<\/p>\n

I folded my arms.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou stopped eating lunch.\u201d<\/p>\n

My arms slowly dropped.<\/p>\n

\u201cHow do you know that?\u201d<\/p>\n

Mom looked at me.<\/p>\n

\u201cNoah told me.\u201d<\/p>\n

I stared.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHe found me one afternoon.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIn the school parking lot.\u201d<\/p>\n

Her expression made the room feel smaller.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe caught me crying in the car.\u201d<\/p>\n

I sat beside her.<\/p>\n

\u201cMom\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI thought nobody saw me.\u201d<\/p>\n

Downstairs, faintly, Noah laughed at something my aunt said.<\/p>\n

Mom heard him too.<\/p>\n

Her face crumpled for half a second.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat did he say?\u201d<\/p>\n

She looked at me.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe asked if you were broken.\u201d<\/p>\n

My breath caught.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBecause you weren\u2019t eating. You weren\u2019t laughing. He said you sat alone sometimes.\u201d<\/p>\n

I looked toward the door.<\/p>\n

I barely remembered those lunches.<\/p>\n

Noah did.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat did you tell him?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI told him you weren\u2019t broken.\u201d<\/p>\n

Mom swallowed.<\/p>\n

\u201cThen he said something I\u2019ve remembered for six years.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n

Her fingers closed around mine.<\/p>\n

A tear rolled down her cheek.<\/p>\n

\u201cHe said, \u2018Good. Because I don\u2019t know how to fix people. I only know how to stay.\u2019\u201d<\/p>\n

I couldn\u2019t speak.<\/p>\n

Mom squeezed my hands.<\/p>\n

\u201cFor six years, Noah has kept a promise to me that you never even knew existed.\u201d<\/p>\n

My heart started pounding.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat promise?\u201d<\/p>\n

Mom\u2019s voice cracked.<\/p>\n

\u201cI asked him to look after you.\u201d<\/p>\n

I stared at her.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou what?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI was falling apart, Chrissy. Your father had left. You barely talked to me. And Noah was the only person who seemed able to reach you.\u201d<\/p>\n

She wiped her cheek.<\/p>\n

\u201cI asked him if he would stay close to you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat did he say?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201c\u2018Okay.\u2019 Just like that.\u201d<\/p>\n

Downstairs, Noah laughed again.<\/p>\n

Mom looked toward the door.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd then I did something I\u2019m ashamed of.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cFor six years, I worried that you were sacrificing too much for him.\u201d<\/p>\n

I went still.<\/p>\n

\u201cEvery time you waited for Noah, defended him, changed plans because he wasn\u2019t invited somewhere, I wondered whether you felt responsible for him.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMom\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI kept measuring your friendship by what Noah might need from you.\u201d<\/p>\n

Her mouth trembled.<\/p>\n

\u201cI never measured it by what he gave you.\u201d<\/p>\n

Suddenly, six years of memories shifted.<\/p>\n

Ice cream after my driving test.<\/p>\n

The dinosaur drawing in his locker.<\/p>\n

Lunches when I couldn\u2019t talk.<\/p>\n

The porch when my heart was broken.<\/p>\n

Noah had never needed me to carry him.<\/p>\n

We had simply kept showing up for each other.<\/p>\n

I looked at Mom.<\/p>\n

\u201cSo what\u2019s your condition?\u201d<\/p>\n

She smiled through tears.<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t go tonight because six-year-old Chrissy made a promise.\u201d<\/p>\n

I waited.<\/p>\n

\u201cPromise me you\u2019ll go because eighteen-year-old Christina chooses him.\u201d<\/p>\n

A laugh escaped me.<\/p>\n

\u201cMom, I wasn\u2019t going because of some childhood promise.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI know that now.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThe promise is just why Noah bought a bow tie four months early.\u201d<\/p>\n

That finally made her laugh.<\/p>\n

We went downstairs.<\/p>\n

Noah looked between us suspiciously.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou took a long time.\u201d<\/p>\n

Mom walked directly toward him.<\/p>\n

\u201cNoah, may I have the first dance?\u201d<\/p>\n

His eyebrows shot up.<\/p>\n

\u201cMrs. Jane, this is not prom.\u201d<\/p>\n

I burst out laughing.<\/p>\n

Mom turned on music anyway.<\/p>\n

For thirty painfully awkward seconds, Noah counted steps while Mom repeatedly moved in the wrong direction.<\/p>\n

Finally, he sighed.<\/p>\n

\u201cMrs. Jane, Chrissy dances better.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s why she\u2019s your date.\u201d<\/p>\n

Then Mom\u2019s expression softened.<\/p>\n

\u201cThank you for staying.\u201d<\/p>\n

Noah frowned as though she had thanked him for breathing.<\/p>\n

\u201cShe stays too.\u201d<\/p>\n

Mom closed her eyes.<\/p>\n

I think that was the answer she had needed for six years.<\/p>\n

At prom, when the first slow song started, Noah held out his hand.<\/p>\n

\u201cChrissy.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou owe me.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cFor twelve years?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n

He stepped on my shoe within five seconds.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re terrible at this.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYour dress is badly designed.\u201d<\/p>\n

We laughed until several people stared.<\/p>\n

Nothing extraordinary happened.<\/p>\n

Nobody stopped the music.<\/p>\n

Nobody applauded.<\/p>\n

Nobody treated us like a lesson.<\/p>\n

We were simply two eighteen-year-olds dancing badly together.<\/p>\n

And that was exactly how I wanted it.<\/p>\n

Afterward, Mom waited outside.<\/p>\n

Noah carried my heels because my feet hurt.<\/p>\n

I carried his jacket because he was too warm.<\/p>\n

At the car, Noah opened my door.<\/p>\n

I climbed inside, leaned across the seat, and opened his.<\/p>\n

Mom watched us in the rearview mirror.<\/p>\n

For years, she had looked at Noah and me and assumed one of us must be taking care of the other.<\/p>\n

That night, she finally understood.<\/p>\n

Nobody was rescuing anybody.<\/p>\n

Nobody was fulfilling an obligation.<\/p>\n

Nobody was sacrificing themselves.<\/p>\n

We were simply two people who had figured out something at six that adults sometimes spend their entire lives trying to understand.<\/p>\n

Love isn\u2019t always fixing someone.<\/p>\n

Friendship isn\u2019t always protecting them.<\/p>\n

Sometimes it is much simpler than that.<\/p>\n

You notice when they\u2019re hurting.<\/p>\n

You sit beside them.<\/p>\n

You make them laugh when you can.<\/p>\n

And when they need you, you stay.<\/p>\n

Sometimes, if you are very lucky, they stay too.<\/p>\n

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