by Andrea Renee Cox
When I was growing up, my
family lived out in the country and had few neighbors. My only playmate was my
sister; we quickly learned how to get along well and have been the closest of
friends ever since. Once I was in school, I made friends, but none were close
enough to call “best friend.” Switching schools a few times didn’t help, and
neither did being really shy. So I’ve wondered practically my whole life what
having close friends (other than my sister) would look like.
