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meica
Hi I would just like to tell you about my bestest friend ever. Her name is Heidi and she lives in Wales. when I started here my only friend was my brother (if you could call him a friend) and then I met Heidi while the easter hunt was on.

She replied to my piece on helping people for some of the answers in the early stages and we got to chatting about other stuff as well. Now although we are in different parts of the world, we are the best of friends and we even started our own club together called Life Long Friends, which is what we have become.

We not only chat on marapets but also via email and we write to each other and send each other pressies via normal mail.

She is such a good friend to me that it is as if we were sisters that had known each other all their lives instead of 2 people who had met only a few months ago on a virtual pet site.

One day I hope to be able to meet her in person and spend some time doing all those things that us girls love doing but untill that day comes I am always waiting online for her as I just go crazy when she comes on cos i have so much to talk about all the time and cant wait for her to get online.

Heidi is the bestest friend that anyone could ever hope to have as she is always there with support if I need it just as I am for her and for this I will always love her as my sister.

For the greatest friend a girl could ever wish for, Heidi you are my friend always. Dont ever stop being the way you are right now. LOVE YA SIS.wub.gif
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meica18 Nov 20071comment
This is so sad, you just have to read it please.....................
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I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a Cashier hand this little boy some money back.

The boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old.

The Cashier said, "I'm sorry, but you do not have enough money to buy this doll."

Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ''Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?''

The old lady replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.''

Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look a round. She left quickly.

The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand. Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to.

"It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas. She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her."

I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her after all, and not to worry.

But he replied to me sadly. "No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there."

His eyes were so sad while saying this. "My Sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.''

My heart nearly stopped.

The little boy looked up at me and said: "I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall."

Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me "I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won't forget me."

"I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister." Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.

I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. "Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?'' "OK" he said, "I hope I do have enough."

I added some of my money to his with out him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money.

The little boy said: "Thank you God for giving me enough money!" Then he looked at
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meica9 Nov 20070comments
I read this poem today and it actually made me cry cos i still remember where i was when this occured and how my daughters had to go away not long after it happened. although they are still around it doesnt mean that i dont miss them.

Daddy's Poem


Her hair was up in a pony tail,
her favorite dress tied with a bow.
Today was Daddy's Day at school,
and she couldn't wait to go.

But her mommy tried to tell he,
that she probably should stay home.
Why the kids might not understand,
if she went to school alone.

But she was not afraid,
for she knew just what to say.
What to tell her classmates
of why he wasn't there today.

But still her mother worried,
for her to face this day alone.
And that was why once again,
she tried to keep her daughter home.

But the little girl went to school
eager to tell them all.
About a dad she never sees;
a dad who never calls.

There were daddies along the wall in back,
for everyone to meet.
Children squirming impatiently,
anxious in their seats

One by one the teacher called
a student from the class.
To introduce their daddy,
as seconds slowly passed.

At last the teacher called her name,
every child turned to stare.
Each of them was searching,
for a man who wasn't there.

"Where's her daddy at?"
she heard a boy call out.
"She probably doesn't have one,"
another student dared to shout.

And from somewhere near the back,
she heard a daddy say,
"Looks like another deadbeat dad,
too busy to waste his day."

The words did not offend her,
as she smiled up at her Mom.
And looked back at her teacher,
who told her to go on.

And with hands behind her back,
slowly she began to speak.
And out from the mouth of a child,
came words incredibly unique.

"My Daddy couldn't be here,
because he lives so far away.
But I know he wishes he could be,
since this is such a special day.

And though you cannot meet him,
I wanted you to know.
All about my daddy,
and how much he loves me so.

He loved to tell me stories
he taught me to ride my bike.
He surprised me with pink roses,
and taught me to fly a kite.

We used to share fudge sundaes,
and ice
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meica31 Oct 20070comments