The other day, my 10-year-old daughter Anna asked me, "Mom, I made a new friend at school today. Can she come over tomorrow?" Anna was a shy girl and I really wanted her to make some friends.
I said yes, thinking back to my own best friend, Laura. We lived in the same street in a small town. Like my daughter, I was shy, but Laura drew me out. She was one of the friendliest people in school, with shiny blonde hair and a big smile.
In senior high school, Laura went on a trip to Florida. This was the first time we had to be away from each other for a few days. "I'll be back soon," she told me. But three days later, Laura's sister told me that she had fallen into a river and had not been saved. Soon, my family moved to New Jersey. Whenever I thought of her, tears (眼泪) came into my eyes.
Yesterday, Donna brought her new friend home. "Hi, Mrs. Loggia." the little girl said. Her hair was so shiny and blonde. She gave me a big smile, saying "Nice to meet you. My name is Lillian." I could hardly believe my eyes. My daughter's new friend was so much like Laura. I was still puzzled (迷惑) when Lillian's mom came to pick her up later in the afternoon. I opened the door to let her in. "Judy!" she cried. "It's me, Nancy, Laura's sister." Suddenly, tears came into my eyes again.
