A special day I passed a few days ago. Why do I call it a special day? Because on that day I had so many prayers, hopes, concerns and surprises I had never expected before. More special because they remember the day without anyone starting it and remembering it.
The bigger I cover it, the stronger they remember it. I do not know how they remember that day. They not only greeted me when they needed me, grabbed my hand when I fell down, pulled myself back up to step forward, accepted me whatever I was, hugged me when I needed a hug, wiped my tears in grief, and ran along beside me as we chased for a dream.
Friends not only share joy and sorrow, but also share stories about things that are not important. Together with you I have passed the beautiful days. With you too I forge myself to be your best friend. Despite the distance and time that separates us, yet it never makes us farther away.
Many times you ask my laziness when something has changed from my habit. Time and time again you remind me of the path I choose. Somehow you guys never get tired of reminding me.
A friend who almost three times has asked my laziness to write on this blog. Again and again he advised me that writing is not to be judged whether the writing is good or bad, but writing is a distribution of talent that must always be honed.
Thank you very much...