Zoi's Window

I held my best friend’s hand as we sat on a bench, swinging our legs, underneath a silver maple tree in Baltimore. It was spring and the weather was slowly getting warmer. Since I would soon leave for India, the two of us were determined to spend as much time together as possible. “I promise I’ll never forget you,” I said, breaking the silence of the rustling leaves and chittering birds. My best friend glanced at me. The wind blew through her dark brown hair. A sad fire glowed in her soft brown eyes. “I promise I’ll always remember you. I promise I’ll always stay in touch,” I continued. She smiled at me, “I promise the same.” We sat in silence for some time, reliving the memories of the last four years that we had spent together – going to the same school, running down the road in front of the apartment, playing with our toy animals, walking through the glade that led to the park… “What do you promise on?” she asked suddenly. I glanced around the bench on wh...