BLUEBERRY

I was sitting alone in the park, watching several children play. I noticed some fighting over chocolate and chips. I laughed because it reminded me of a childhood friend I used to play with. I, too, used to fight over such trivial matters. These things seem trivial to us today, but in childhood, these small things were huge issues in our lives. Childhood is beautiful. Away from responsibilities and worries, we simply sleep in a blanket of peace. When I was 8 years old, his entire family had settled abroad. The day he was leaving, we decided to meet at our usual playground. I remember it was raining heavily that day. I went to meet him secretly from my parents because they wouldn't let me go, saying I would get sick from the cold in the rain. I took my favorite toy with me to give him. I waited for hours under a tree in the pouring rain, but he didn't come. The sky had grown completely calm, but the tears wouldn't stop. I went home, drenched in the rain, and hugged my mother, crying profusely. Everyone tried to console me, but I was so sad that I might have lost my friend. The next day, I picked up my bag and left for school alone, holding my hand in sadness. I'd been annoying everyone all day, but today was the first time I'd been sitting alone, completely calm. In my bag, I found a notebook that was completely blank. On the last page was a cake filled with blue flowers. Written on it were the words, "I'll bring this for you whenever I see you. Don't cry. It was from my friend." From that day on, I was just worried about when he left it in my bag. Now, I was much calmer. I didn't make many friends. And I hadn't eaten cake since that day.I had just returned to the present, leaving my past. My phone rang. My mother said, "Hurry up, some guests were coming home." Hearing this, I was very irritated because I no longer liked crowds at home. After calming myself down and gathering my memories, I headed home. Arriving home, I saw a plethora of delicious dishes laid out on the dining table. There was a different atmosphere in my house. I asked my mother who was coming, and she told me that some of my father's friends were coming, who had moved abroad many years ago. After my mother's answer, I helped her a little and went to my room. After a while, I heard laughter and conversation coming from the house. I was disturbed by the noise and closed my door. A few moments later, someone knocked on my room door. I thought it might be my mother. Opening the door, I saw a boy my age, wearing a black shirt and black jeans, standing there holding a beautiful blueberry cake. I couldn't recognize him. Without asking anything, he came into my room and placed the cake on the table, saying, "Look, I've kept my promise. I told you I'd bring blueberries with me when I visit." Hearing this, I went over to him and hugged him. Tears welled up in both of our eyes. We had met after so many years, and today, for the first time, my heart smiled. I immediately asked him why he hadn't come to see me that day and when he had put that notebook in my bag. He told me he would have come to see me, but because of the rain, he had to leave early. He told me he had come to my house with his parents, but I had probably left in the rain to meet him. He told me he had hidden it in my bag right then. I was angry with myself after hearing this, but I was so happy, and today, after years, I had eaten cake. We talked for hours... I was talking, and he was just listening and staring at me. He hugged me without saying a word. We became silent and just listened to each other's breathing......!!