Departure

For the first eleven years of my live I lived in South Sioux City, Nebraska. During this time I befriended a boy named Edgar. Edgar was a tall, tanned, scrawny, Hispanic, boy with a rectangular shaped head. We met in 1st grade and I eventually found out he was my neighbor (2 doors down). we became really close friends during the summer of 2nd grade. Almost every day we hung out:either at the park or on the street. This went on until we entered the 3rd grade.

The beginning of third grade, Edgar told the class that he was moving to Minnesota. His father had found work there and they would be leaving in a couple of days. I was dismayed: why didn't he tell me sooner? After I got home, I quickly ran to his house to make sure he wasn't joking. Sure enough, his father was loading boxes onto a moving truck. I saw Edgar exiting out of the house with his mother. He saw me instantly and waved; I waved back. I slowly started walking towards him.

Was this really farewell, I asked him? He nodded his head. He told me I was his best friend and always will be. He then gave me a hug, said goodbye, and got on the truck. As the dad started the truck Edgar turned to me and promised that he would visit. I believed him and watched as they left. Every day for about two months I looked out of my window hoping that Edgar would come back. Sadly, he never did.