Martha


You know how it is when you’re young: your mother is friends with someone and so you are expected to socialize with their children. You do it because you have to, not because you want to.

That’s what happened with Martha and me. We were very young, maybe 3 and 4 years old, forced together by our mothers’ friendship. I didn’t like her. She was too quiet and she used to copy everything I did. Also, she was from the country and knew how to grow vegetables and look after chickens and things I had no clue about.
At the age of 12 or thereabouts something suddenly clicked into place and Martha and I became good friends, going from strength to strength in our friendship over the years. Over the years I watched as she turned from a quiet little country girl to a confident, cool, talented adult and maybe as a result of that I feel more like she is my sister than just my friend.
She is the person that I queued up for Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows with for 16 hours and read it with, surviving on a diet or chocolate, tea and kettle chips.
Sadly we recently realised that we haven’t seen each other in nearly a year. Because of going to college on opposite ends of the country , we haven’t hugged since my 21st birthday last January.
Martha will turn 21 on the 9th December 2008 and I will be there, in Belfast to celebrate with her. The best part is that we both know that no matter what happens, no matter how far apart we are or how long we go without seeing each other, we will always be friends. We can always pick up where we left off.
Can’t wait to see you, Martha. ❤
Turn to the Music: 
In memory of the summer spent watching DIGIMON!!! This fun fun fun track “All Star” by Smash Mouth
 
 
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