One night, I was browsing with my old class picture which was hidden on my cabinet. There I saw my grade 3 class picture then suddenly notice this boy sitting on the lower left corner of the picture. Then I didn’t notice the tears slowly falling down my face.

Its started way back when I was in grade three. It was the first day of the class, so there so many transferees expected. When this little boy enters our room, I suddenly notice his slim body, big round eyes and his funny one side hairstyle.

When our teachers ask to introduce ourselves I knew that his name was James Arvin Watson. He came from Canada and just transferred here to live with his grandmother. He was a shy type of boy.

But as time goes by, I became closed to James. I found out that he’s so bully and thrifty. I don’t know, but every time I’m with him I felt so comfortable. When he asked me to go home I discovered that they are just leaving one street before our house. This makes way for me to visit him every free time of mine.

One day, he didn’t attend our class. After one week he still not appearing, so I decided to went to their house. There I saw his grandmother. Then tell me that James went back to Canada with his parents.

Then suddenly I felt so bad, knowing that he’s now away from me, a very close friend of mine, or maybe more than that.

After a month, while I was taking a way to our house, I notice this black cloth and written on it was ‘R.I.P James Arvin Watson’’. It doesn’t get my attention because I was so tired for the whole day.

When I reached home, my mother awakened me with the news that my best friend is already dead. Then it suddenly came into my mind the black cloth I saw a while ago. I don’t know what to feel, and what to say that time.

The day after, we went to his wake. There I saw his parents and his grandmother. I went towards his coffin. His wearing a black tuxedo with a hat. His just like sleeping.

While sitting I’ve heard my mother was talking to James’s mother. There I knew that he suffer for a bone cancer. I felt so pity for my best friend knowing that bone cancer is the most painful cancer. And he was confined on Canada for almost a week. Why didn’t he tell me so?

I came back on my mind, and then I return the pictures from where I got it. .I will not ever forget the day when I met my first ever best friend. Here in my heart you’ll always stay.