A 5 year old boy asked his friend. What is friendship? He replied: Friendship is when you rob my chocolate every day from my bag. I still keep it in same place.
I can’t find a reason why God gave U to me, but that is not the question to b asked; May b the question is how did God knew that I needed a friend like U.
My mom always told me that we could never measure our wealth by money but by our friends. She would surely be glad to meet you and know how rich I turned out to be!
