could trust him and ask for help when I needed it. We recovered together while helping each other. Step by step, the day to go home finally came, and we were really sad because we would be apart. Michael’s parents came to take Michael home and insisted on bringing me to their house. On the way home, Michael’s parents realized that they had bought a new house near mine and that they were moving there next month. We were so happy that we smiled the rest of the way home. That’s how I met my best friend of a lifetime.
“What an interesting story, grandpa!”
“Thank you.”
“Bye!”
“Bye…”
On the next day, Jack Jr. went to his grandpa’s. When he got there, the old man told him more stories until it was very late.