because I knew you" - Kirsten Chenoweth and Idina Menzel, Wicked
Like I have said before, I have known my best friend since I was two. That means I have known her family for a very long time. I there there when her sister was born, and I definitly remember when her little brother was born.
I'm going to say this now and get it over with. My best friend's name is Mercan. It's pronounced MER-JOHN. In Turkish (and they are Turkish) John is spelled Can. Yes, it's a little odd, but their names are unique, which fits since they truly are unique. All of them. Her sister's name is Nurcan (pronounced NU-JOHN) and their brother's name is Ozcan (pronounced ORZ-JOHN).
First: Ozcan
Ozcan is four turning five. But if you ask him, he's five now and has been for a while. I call him a monster, but he really is one of the most well behaved boys I have ever seen (and I work with children). He loves to play outside. He likes to play on his scooter, but prefers riding his bike. He just got off training wheels, and he loves to show us how fast he can go (but we don't want him to fall, so we tell him to slow down). He
plays with some of the kids on our block, but he's the nicest of them all. He really likes to clean. Whenever he comes to my house, I have to hide the vaccum, since we don't want him playing with it. He also likes watching television. Not just Spongebob and Fairly Oddparents, but also Mythbusters. Heck, he got me hooked on Mythbusters. He also likes Jon and Kate, Plus 8. He usually comes to me when he wants something, since I sometimes give in. Watching him is never really a problem, since he wouldn't mind just watching television; that is until he sees one of his friends outside. He's my little brother and I love him dearly. 
Second: Nurcan
Nurcan and I have always had a odd relationship. See, we are both stubborn and I have gotten into more fights with her then with her older sister. But, that was years ago, and I can't really remember the last time we had a good fight. We mainly talk while Ozcan is playing and Mercan is doing something else. She tells me about what's going on in school, and I tell her what my friends said, or what classes I'm taking. She starting to love vampires, so she watches Moonlight and reads any book that how vampires as a main idea. So, of course, she read Twilight. In fact, she got me hooked on it. By the way, in case you are wondering, she's a freshman in high school.
And finally: Mercan
To tell you the truth, I can't remembering meeting Mercan. If you ask my mom, she would tell you the story. She would tell you that she remembers seeing Mercan the day we moved in. She was on the porch, sitting on her grandmother's lap (did I forget to mention they are also my neighbors? Well, they are). I - only having been two at the time - have no memory of this. However, I cannot imgine my life without Mercan in it. She is my other half. Where I'm shy, she's outgoing. Where I hide what I'm feeling, she lets people know she's angry at them. Where I hold on, she lets go and enjoys the ride. I often wish I was more like her. I have always been afraid of what people would think if I said something or did something. Mercan doesn't care - or if she does, she doesn't show that she does. She does what she wants. And I envy that. Mercan and I have been best friends for so long now, I don't know what I would do without her. She's my
shoulder to cry on and she's my first call if something cool happens. Whenever I hear something funny, I always think "I have to remember to tell Mercan that. She would enjoy that." I wouldn't be half of the person I am if I didn't have her with me. We have been through so much together; so many ups and downs. I don't know if all friendships could go through what we have gone through. It shows that our friendship is so much more than others. There's a quote, that when I hear it, I think of Mercan and I. It's "A best friend is a sister destiny forgot to give you" Mercan has long ago past being my best friend. She will forever be my sister.
These three are my family. We may not be blood, but I love them like they are my family.
And here are some random shots I took for the hell of it:
Mercan with her turtle, Charles Charlotte, the Third.
No, she is not actually licking the turtle. At least, I hope not.
Sisterly love.
No comments:
Post a Comment