My Memorable Childhood

My name is Ili and i used to have a best friend name Ali. Me and Ali have been friends since the day we are born. My mom and Ali's mom, aunty Miah, often hang out under the void deck gossiping away while me and Ali play catching, hide and seek, roller-blade and we even run away far enough to climb trees, but we were caught once and i never dared climbing trees anymore. Basically we will never be seen apart ever single day. We even pinky promise that we will marry no one else and Ali promise a ring when he can afford it.

As years gone by we both start to enter our pre-teen years and we start being curious about our surroundings. One day i fell sick, i had the chicken pox and i couldn't go out to play. I was 12 so i was more cautious of my appearance. I couldn't let Ali see my current condition so i didn't even let him enter the house to visit me no matter how hard he persuaded. A week pass, i assume Ali gave up after not showing up at my house to visit so i tired calling him because i started to miss him but he wasn't at home most of the time.

My chicken pox started to heal and i was feeling so much better so my mom gave me the green light go out and play after weeks of staying at home. I was so excited,i tried calling Ali but his mom said he went out so i ran out grab my bicycle and start cycling around to look for him. After minutes i saw Ali playing with a group of boys. I ran up to him to give him a hug but he dodge me. I was confused, he started to raise his voice " go away i don't play with girls anymore". Initially i was angry and frustrated i wanted to hit him back but i was confused. I push him and he push me even harder till i fall, all of the boys started to laugh at me. My best friend isn't my friend anymore within minutes. I went home crying to my mom and she told me that we are both growing up and its wise if i were to find a girl as a friend instead. I took her advice and i didn't talk to Ali for a long time until our PSLE results day.

Ali came out from no where. He hand me a parcel with an address written on it. He was going to shift to a house nearer to his secondary school and also apologize for what he did and said he miss our friendship. I was still hurt by his doings so i took the parcel and throw it back to him and walk away. I never hear about him until im 21. His sister, Anis, manage to trace me down through facebook. We met for coffee and she handed me the parcel Ali tried to give me 9 years ago. Anis told me Ali died in a motorbike accident few months back. "Ali kept the parcel till this very day Ili, the day you rejected it he went home really sad and just wouldn't do anything".

I took the parcel to our old neighborhood where we spent most of our childhood together open it up and there contains a ring, A ring which he promise he would give some day.