She had always stood beside me in the past, firm and unyielding. I knew when I looked down she would be there as he always was. I could always talk to her about issues that plagued my everyday consciousness. When she didn’t reply, she would listen and ask me “what can I help you with?” and then she’d confirmed what I already knew “go ahead, I’m listening.”
She always took pictures of me because she loved to see me smile. I had had a very rough year and just wanted to relax and have a good time. She would play music and we would dance alongside my other friends. She would even wake me up in the morning if I overslept. She was the best roommate.
I look back now and realize I was lucky to be blessed with someone like her. She always got us where we needed to go and never left me alone when we were in a scary part of town. Her companionship was everything. Yet one day when I stepped into my home- everything went black, she died.
The loss was immeasurable, it seemed like I would never be able to experience anything ever again. She had stood with me for so long and now she was gone. I looked around trying to find something to bring her back and then I saw it. In the corner, just below my book for Marine Science, which we had studied together, was a cord. I grabbed her plugged her in and after 3 minutes of nail-biting agony. She was back. My best friend had returned. As soon as I saw her face light up in happiness, I picked her up and called my mom. She, my phone, was back and I now had so many missed messages to reply to and all my Facebook friends to update about the day my phone died.
