It was the end of year examination and many of us had wanted to do well. At the time we were all ready to go into the examination hall to sit for the important English paper.
Just as everyone was entering the hall I discovered that my pencil box was not with me. I remembered that I had brought it from home but now it was nowhere to be seen. Frantically, I looked around hoping to see the familiar yellow plastic box. It was nowhere in sight. Besides, I could not find my pocket money in my pocket.
I felt panic rising. There I was, minutes away from an important paper and without a single pen to write with. Where was it? I almost cried.
Out of nowhere someone tapped my shoulder. I turn to see Farah standing beside me. Her eyes showed concern and she asked me what the matter was. I explained my problem to her anxiously.
Farah calmed me down with reassuring word. She quickly opened her pencil box and handed me a ball-point pen. I took the precious pen and I remembered how I had acted badly toward her before.
Farah was indeed a friend in my time of need. I am grateful for that. Then I realize the true meaning of friendship and how I should treat all my friends, regardless of who they are.
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