Third one: Have you ever had a friend?
Manny. That's the only person I could call a friend. Or somebody close to being a one.
I wasn't kind of a friendly person. I never cared about such things, what they thought about me or how much they hated me. I was tough. I had my job done. And if somebody tried to cotton up, I knew better. I didn't need a friend. I knew what they really were after. Most of the times I wasn't wrong.
People are weakness. If you get too close you will either get hurt or they will use it against you. I learnt that. I got it even from my family. And I m' not weak.
But Manny, he was a good guy. A good friend. He tried to look after me. I liked all that attention and concern he was giving me but I never told him. I hope he knew that when I shouted at him, mocked him and pushed him to his limits. Yes, I was stubborn. But he was enough patient for both of us.
He was the only person that helped me then. But right now he needs me. His son too. And I will help them as much as I can. Because that's what friends are for.