When I was little, I had a friend Simina.She was always there or me, at the good times and at the bad times.
One day, I got hurt because I ran on a balustrade on the street, where I couldn't go. Simina, seeing that I was crying, came to me and helped me to go to my parents so they can bandage me.
On another day, me and Simina were walking on the street. Suddenly, a boy that was always picking on Simina came and started picking on her. He started running because I told him we'll throw rocks at him if he doesn't stop.
I didn't see Simina for a long time,but I really miss her and I would want go see her once alive