When I was ten years old, I had a friend, and her name was Mercedes. She was taller than me. The reason that I made a friendship with her was because no body in the class wanted to talk or play with her because she was very poor.
With the passing of the years we became best friends. After a few years she stopped her education because she had no money to continue, and I started my middle school education. Since then I have no idea what happened with her. After that I went to middle school, and three years later, I came to the United States of America, and never saw her again. I still remember her and our good times together as friends.