Category : Diary/Journal

Sub Category : N/A

Sitting alone in the park.
It is 3 am.
Didn't know where to go.
My feet are getting cold.
I've been here for about three hours.
I am not going home.
My friend Christa,
Came out and got me,
Brought me back home 
Made me a tea
What a good friend
I am so lucky 
I want her know how much I appreciated her kindness
Thank you for being my friend