I have to say that I love my best friends. I’ve known them since I was young; really young. I met Michael when I was 4 and Abby when I was 5. We have been inseperable since. We’ve been with each other through boufriends and girlfriends and deaths and births and fights and nights of crying. My favourite though, is when we can all sit on a bad and not talk for am hour. Just being together is enough pleasure for us. Our presense and effect on one anothe is so unique, I cannot even begin to describe it. They are not my best friends. They are my family, and I love them.