Shirley and I usually meet at the park every Sunday where we chill and talk about everything: fashion, celebrity gossips, boys, etc. She’s been there since my mom died. But on that day she didn’t come to see me. Police cars and ambulance all over her place. She had an heart attack. I went in. Saw a plasticbag, a card saying “For you my bestfriend, happy birthday”. She gave me her favorite hat.
It was supposed to be one of the happiest days of my life. But how could I be happy when my mom and bestfriend died on my birthday?
