He was my best friend forever, no matter now or then, far or near.
I was a 19-year-old teenager and I was studying in the Findurfun University in Busyonmoney, which was a really small city in our country.
I was different from other teenagers. Well, at least I felt I was different.
My name, Grass, wasn’t given by mom or dad. In fact, I didn’t even know who was my dad and my mom passed away when I was five. My stepfather gave the name. He married stepmother after mom died. Anyway, I was saying that I have no “real” parents.
I lived with stepparents before I rented an apartment near my school. They raised me, but were never home. They gave me money and went to work every morning in town. I seldom talked to them. When they felt like talking to me, it was always about what they wanted me to be. I didn’t know where I came from and where I was going. My future was as blur as my past.
