You can have many friends, but you can have just one real best friend. It doesn't matter if you have just one best friend, because at the end you will be happy with that one friend.
Everything started when I was a little boy. I was popular back then and I had many friends. As time passed, I was getting older and older. I lost my old friends and gained new ones. Nothing is the same now as it was back then. In school lots of people would call me their friend, but most of them I didn’t know. After years my friends graduated or left the school. I was sad that I might not see them again.
I was living in the orphanage for many years. I had many friends there too, but none of them were my best friends. Years later I didn’t have any friends. I was alone and no one cared about me. Then one day a boy came to the orphanage to live there. He came from Russian family, and didn’t know any Latvian. I had to teach Latvian the language to him. It was very hard, because I had never done it before.
We became best friends. I was able to call him, my best friend, because he listened to my advice, he helped me. He was with me when I needed him. We shared secrets, we supported each other. We protected one another.
Three years later I came to America. I stayed here for the summer and I was sad to leave him for that long. While I was here my friend got into trouble. He had too much alcohol in his body and he almost died. I was scared that, I could lose my only best friend. He got better after that. He stopped drinking. He hasn’t been drinking alcohol since then. At the start when he came we would talk much, but now we don’t. He is still my best friend no matter what happens.