"My mother and hers were best friends back then, before they both got married. After their marriages, they maintained that bond, promising each other that their children would marry. I remember how I used to like her very much. I thought she was the most beautiful person, and on the day she was birthed, I was present I had ever seen—she had thick, long, dark, curly hair and bright green eyes just like her mother, and I knew that my small heart fell in love with her right there . The last time I saw her was when she was seven, and I was thirteen. It was a month before my mother died when our whole family decided to travel to Italy for vacation because my mother said she missed her friend."