My Best Friend

By Lynnanne Eddington

A friend loveth at all times (Prov. 17:17).

Hi! My name is Henry, and I want to tell you about my best friend.

Sometimes my friend and I dress alike and pretend we’re great explorers. Then we discover new countries and conquer awful monsters to protect our people. Sometimes I’m the king, and sometimes my friend is. We always take turns.

I am learning to read. I like books about dinosaurs. My friend is already a good reader. He likes books about faraway countries. We read all kinds of books together. It’s lots of fun, and we learn a lot!

On Saturdays, my friend and I like to ride our bikes. We love the way the wind feels on our faces, especially when we go downhill. At the tops of hills we stop to rest and look up at the clouds and imagine that they’re flying alligators or giant ice-cream cones.

Sometimes my friend goes away on trips, I always miss him when he’s gone. But he always sends me a postcard. My favorite one is from Alaska. It has a picture of a big moose on the front. On the back my friend wrote a message. He said he likes having me for a friend. That made me feel great.

My mom says I’m very lucky to have such a great best friend. I think she’s right. My best friend is my dad.

Illustrated by Shauna Mooney Kawasaki