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He was sick. That was how everything had started. It didn't matter that the family doctor had declared him healthy. His mother and his father were convinced that he was sick, so they stopped going to the family doctor and kept switching from one hospital to another.
The little boy didn't think it was fair. He didn't feel sick. All he did was play with his new toys and tease his best friend. But when he had complained, his mother had gripped his shoulders and it had hurt. So the little boy didn't complain. He didn't want to make his parents mad.
He loved them.
They loved him too. Sometimes, they were too tired to show it, but the little boy knew they cared about him a lot. Besides, maybe he really was sick. Maybe it was all the ice cream that he ate.
His best friend visited him a lot. They couldn't play outside, because his parents were afraid he'd get even more sick. The little boy didn't mind, though, because it was just as much fun to play with his best friend inside the room. The little boy thought his best friend was really smart too. That's why they got along so well.
His best friend was eight years old, which made him three years older than the little boy. And he knew the best jokes. Even when the little boy got sad, his best friend always cheered him up. Whenever the little boy had go to a new doctor and get another shot, his friend was always there with him.
The little boy couldn't imagine life without his best friend.
Ever since the little boy became sick, his life became slightly less than perfect. His mom got a lot more mad at him and even his father stopped playing with him. Needless to say, the boy didn't understand it. But he was determined to get better, so he could continue to eat ice cream and maybe play outside again.
He read more books, studied harder, and tried to please his parents. It was hard, though, because the boy was already so smart. And his parents were always tired.
However, the boy could easily imagine that things were back to normal whenever his best friend came to visit. Even his mom and his dad became happier. In those moments, the little boy could forget about his disease and his parent's cold disappointment.
One day, his best friend brought over a really thick black book that had lots of words. They read it all in one day and after they were done, they paused and thought things over. The little boy didn't understand most of it, but there were a lot of things that sounded right.
The little boy even thought that the answer to why he was sick might be in the big black book.
So they read it over again and took careful notes. In the end, though, it didn't really help, which disappointed them. But they still liked it and highlighted their favorite sentences.
Eventually, they agreed on the best sentence in the entire book and happily promised to never forget the sacred words. They were best friends. Best friends could make promises like that and never break them.
The boy could settle for slightly less than perfect. After all, he had his parents. He had a best friend. He still had his toys. Life could only get better from now on.
Right?
AN: As with all stories, these things take time. Don't get discouraged, eh?
The next chapter (normal DA) will be up in three days. Promise!
