My kindergarten school wasn't that popular. My primary
school wasn't all that popular too. But at least people know that school.
Primary one wasn't all that interesting. New friends, New life, Not much.
Primary was almost the same.
Let's just say his name was Henry. He became my best friend. His left arm has
been operated before due to car accident. We were close friends. Had fun
together, had lunch together, did almost everything together? His parents know
me well and so does my parents to him. Although he wasn't all that rich, he
still lived a happy life. He enjoyed it. Until one day.
Henry met with a car accident again. He was seriously injured. Henry was
admitted to hospital for a long time. I knew coz his mom told me. I went to
visit him most of the days. Accompany him, Talk to him, and entertain him.
But due the exams, I couldn't go. I had to stay at home and the library to
study. He has been in the hospital for at least 2 months. He was still badly
injured. His wounds aren't getting any better and he had already up to three
operations. Still, he was badly injured.
I regretted not going to see him even during examinations. He was being put in
coma. I was shocked when I heard about the news. I went to the hospital and
look after him every day. I did my homework there and also revision there. I
couldn't stay away from him. He was my best friend. He was the kindest person
I've ever met. He was perfect to me.
After three weeks of coma, I hoped he would wake up. The doctor said the coma
might last for three weeks and it has been three weeks. I've tried to call out
to him every day. I went back to his room in the hospital every day after
school and every Sunday after church service.
But... after a few weeks of trying to wake him up, something finally made me
stop. The single tone on the heart beat measure and also the news from the
doctor. He was gone. Henry is no longer with me. He left me. He left
earth. To a whole better place. I cried nonstop on his lifeless body before
they take him away.
I went to his funeral. He was in the coffin. Lying peacefully in it. I
wondered what he was thinking... What was his feeling...? What were his last
words before his coma...? I took one last look at him before they closed the
coffin. I tried hard not to cry but tears just fell off the tip of my eyes. I
felt so weak I dropped onto the ground crying. I left a stalk of Forget-Me-Not
on top of the soil after the coffin was being buried.
Forget-Me-Not was a flower that he liked most. I still remember the time when he
asked me to leave a Forget-Me-Not for him on his funeral when he gets old
and goes. No one has ever wondered it would be so soon. I did as he said. I
left it there. Also as a sign that I will Never forget about him...
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