
I liked being around him.
Our friendship was simple.
We didn’t think about why we were friends.
We simply were.
The Promise We Made at Six
One afternoon, another child said something unkind to Noah.
I don’t remember exactly how the conversation started, but I remember that Noah looked hurt.
I immediately defended him.
Later, he found me sitting alone.
“Chrissy?”
“What?”
He looked unusually serious.
“Will you always be my friend?”
I shrugged.
“Of course.”
He smiled.
Then he asked me about something he had heard older students discussing.
“What’s prom?”
I explained that it was a special school dance for older students.
He thought about that for several seconds.
“Will we go?”
I smiled.
“Sure.”
He held out his pinkie.
“Promise?”