Daily Prompt: On Bees and EfS
Do you — or did you ever — have a Best Friend? Do you believe in the idea of one person whose friendship matters the most? Tell us a story about your BFF (or lack there of).
Throughout my life I had quite a share of best friends. Due to lack of communication, we drifted apart, and now we don’t keep in touch.
Nowadays my best friends are my son S, and grandson IB. Although with IB there is a lack of conversation, and more of playing games. I gallop on a horse along with him on a quest for food. We are hungry, and he shoots down a crow for us to eat. I point out to him that a crow is not halal, and we can’t have it for meals. He tells me, “Oh! Dado, we are not really eating it, are we?”
I was persuading my little best friend to leave with me for Charlotte, North Carolina. My daughter was asking me for a short visit with her. IB agreed, but in the morning he changed his mind. The explanation from him was that he was busy right now.
In the evening when IB got to know (from his father) that his birthplace was Raleigh, he had a change of heart. I was fortunate enough to get a visit from him early the next morning, telling me I should come and pack his clothes.
It is truly a blessing to have best friends.
My Two Best Friends
This month I remained busy with tying up odds and ends at home. Actually I was coming to US to spend time with my son and grand children. My younger grandchild IB was very much excited and kept asking his father, as to when his Dado will come. He drove his father up the wall with his questioning. IB was there at the airport along with his father. Both had to wait one and a half hour for me to emerge out finally. I was exhausted with the long journey and the long wait in line for the immigration. There were few booths open and the Aliens were far too many.
Whenever I come to US I feel I have arrived home. The people are extremely nice and they are always smiling. You always feel welcome here. The trees and the greenery are another lovely sight to behold. I simply love it here, although I do get a lot of discreet stares which I try to ignore.
Reaching my son’s home my daughter in law in her own way to welcome me, had prepared a lot of dishes. There was quite a spread on the dining table. Later on I went up to the room which they had assigned to me. IB joined me after sometime. He brought out his wallet. It had three dollars in it. He took out one dollar from it and put it in my hand. “Here, Dado take this. You will need to buy something for yourself.” It brought tears to my eyes over his generosity to share what he had.