This is the cold winter morning. But I am in a low mood. Those lovely clouds or the clear sky can’t even cheer me up. Because my best friend Linda is going to London. I feel at a loss. He is my only friend. If he went away, nobody else will play with me or walk me home any more. I don’t know what to expect then. The world will become meaningless to me at that time. I was born in a quite poor family. I was brought up by my mother, a single mom. I go to community school where I got to know Linda.
Although I am not very happy but I know what I need to do, that is to buy him a gift. He will leave me, forever. So I want my gift can remind him that he once has such a friend, a shy and fat girl. I bought him a hobo bag in which he can put some important cards in it. The hobo bag is not very expensive but it takes me much time to choose. I told my mom that Linda is gonna leave. She took it pretty easy, just like hearing promises from senators. Because of the recession, mom lost her job again so she is not happy these days. I didn’t continue and went back to my room.
Next morning, there was a famous-brand bag on the table. This luxury shouldn’t appear in the kitchen of a family as poor as ours. I am shocked at a moment. Mom was drinking coffee, reading job news. “What’s that?” “Present.” “For me?” “Linda’s” “………………” “He is leaving, right? I know he helped you a lot. My ex-boss gave it to me.” I was moved a little but a strange idea came into my mind” Linda is my best friend but I don’t think he deserves such a precious gift. Why doesn’t mom think of me at first? Why doesn’t she think I haven’t a decent bag even I am 17? Daughter’s friend is more important than daughter? How does that happen?” Selfishness occupied my mind. I decided to give him the hobo bag as planned and leave the famous-brand bag to myself. Although I am sad at his departure but at the same time I feel excited at having a famous-brand bag. I will no longer be laughed at my plastic bags any more.
Finally, Linda left, walking out of my life. But I am not as happy as planned. The famous-brand bag is like a shadow in my life, which reminds me that I have cheated my best friend just because the ridiculous envy. I also cheated my beloved mother although she never exposes her love, I can feel it. I feel ashamed of myself. Sorry, Linda. Can you hear me?