Back then in school, i had a friend named Ella.
She was a fair complexioned pretty girl. And she sat next to me.
A day came when i was alone pondering on worries of life when she walked up to me and asked what was wrong. I never wanted to inform her, then i immediately pretended like i wasn't crying.
She wouldn't believe what i said. And then she pleaded with me to tell her what was going on.
After a long while of pleading, i opened up to her and told her what was bothering me and she said so many words of encouragement to me.
Which changed my mood and i felt free.
