It was a gloomy day, with dark clouds hovering above, waiting impatiently to drench the soils of the land. I particularly hated this climate. It made me have no particular interest in doing anything. I dragged myself from the bed and made myself a cup of coffee. It was already nine in the morning, and my mom was unusually late in making her morning calls. Wondering what made her so busy, I picked up my phone to give her a call.
"Hello, Mom. Good morning," I said excitedly. My mom, however, had a very dull-sounding reply. She quickly hung up after asking if I knew something. This piqued my curiosity. I called Dad, wondering if he knew anything. But as soon as the phone rang, I heard my doorbell ring.
I opened my door to find my parents, along with my brother standing outside. " Hi, you look pretty fine today. Anything interesting lately?" asked my brother. This, too was out of the ordinary. Who even says they look fine as soon as they arrive, that too before entering the house? My mom came in and hugged me and said," Darling, promise me you won't blame yourself and ask us for support". Of course, I replied. Even though I was not really attached to them, they were my family. My dad, with a hand on my shoulder, an expression which I had never seen on him - sadness mixed with worry said,
" Your best friend, Sam, is no more. She is dead."