I
met my best friend Adriana when I moved house. I was eight years old
and she was ten, new neighbors and friends. She was bigger than me
which proved useful because her experiences prepared me for the future.
She
was much more confident than me, calm and quiet. I used to be
impulsive and insecure, so our characters were perfectly
complemented.
We spent every weekend together; we even phoned or
talked with walky-talkies everyday after finishing our homework. We
sometimes argued and fell out for a few hours or days, like all
friends, but finally we always made up again.
She
is cheerful, amusing, sociable and the most important for me,
reliable. She always stays by my side in difficult problems, helping
me. We have a 17-year
friendship and she knows me perfectly, even more than I know myself.
She is more than a friend; she is my sister, my other half.