I remember the first time I saw her. I was seven years old, and I was playing in the park with my friends. She was sitting on a bench, reading a book. She was beautiful, with long black hair and dark eyes. I couldn't take my eyes off of her.
I went up to her and introduced myself. Her name was Sarah, and she was from Malaysia. She was visiting her grandparents in the United States. We talked for hours that day, and I felt like I had known her my whole life.
We started hanging out every day after that. We would go to the park, the movies, or just talk for hours. I learned so much about her culture and her country. She taught me about the rainforest, the animals, and the people of Malaysia. I was fascinated by her stories.
One day, Sarah told me about a legend from her country. It was about a warrior named
I was inspired by Sarah's story. I wanted to be brave and strong like
Sarah left the United States a few months later, but I never forgot her. She taught me so much about the world, and she inspired me to be a better person. I am forever grateful for her friendship.
A few years ago, I had the opportunity to visit Malaysia. I was so excited to see the country that Sarah had told me so much about. I visited the rainforest, I saw the animals, and I met the people. It was an amazing experience.
I thought about Sarah the whole time I was in Malaysia. I wondered what she was doing and if she was still as brave and strong as she was when I knew her. I hope that one day I will see her again. I know that she will always be my friend, no matter how far apart we are.