Best friend's Love
Princess Girl
There was one time my sisters asked me a question. For 6 years I never trusted them for they betrayed me. But that day, I wanted a change and I trusted them."Between us and your best friend whom will you save?" And my answer was "ofcourse you" because I knew they were my blood. But when I asked them the same questions, their answers were,"ofcourse our best friends." That was the time I realized that my best friend was the most important person in my life. She might not be my blood, but she was the reason for my happiness. Sometimes, those who are close to you might betray you while that who is far away from you can do anything for you even though you might not be the same blood.
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