Two years ago, I parted ways with one of my friends I can’t seem to forget. I always called her Ellachukwu, and sometimes I wondered what she was doing in Science class because this girl was a mad artist. But she always said she loved the science side too. I guess we were similar in that way. God knows how much I loved her drawings. I still have a few of them. She was always eager to learn, especially biology. I always sat beside her in biology class. And she never charged me when she drew for me, unlike how she did with others. She always made me laugh. Around her, I could be as goofy as I wanted. She loved Korean dramas. Loved drawing manga. Always gesticulating wildly when she talked and never caring when people laughed. She was the first to read whatever I wrote. The one who listened to all my stories and read every single one. I was always eager to write because I knew she would read it. If she ever read my current stories on Substack, she’d probably be shocked. My writing has changed a lot since then. When I called her aunt about a year ago, she said Ellachukwu was in Port Harcourt, just like she once told me she would be. Some days I just think about her and wonder where she is, and how she’s doing. I miss those days when it felt like our friendship could go on forever. I hope she becomes a great nurse. I’m really rooting for that. And I hope she never stops drawing. Seeing her picture on my phone from May 2024 just brought back all the memories. Goshhhhhhh.😭😭