Special Friendship Essay, Research Paper

I walked home from school, carrying a heavy load of books on my aching shoulders. Each step I took was accompanied with a wish that I was already at home, resting on my cozy bed. I walked on, my eyes stuck on the burnt black road. As I dragged my foot along, I could see small pieces of dried tar rolling on the rough surface.

Upon reaching my doorstep, I heaved a heavy sigh of relieve and pleasure. At last, I have reached my long waited destination; home. My red, sticky palm reached out for the doorknob. I was about to set foot onto the cold shiny tiles when I heard a soft whimper coming from behind me. When I turned to look for the source of the sound, I felt something fury brush past my ankle. Looking down at the fury thing, I was rooted to the ground. Right there, looking back at me, was a beautiful gray kitten. I could not believe my eyes. Before I could even think of what to do next, the kitten ran into the kitchen. Then, I heard my father roar in agony.

I was given a ten minutes lecture. Although I explained that the kitten went into the house when I came home, my father stubbornly came with the conclusion that I purposely let it in. After the lecturing, I was ordered to throw the kitten out of the house. Reluctantly, I brought it to a playground near my house. I had brought along a tin of sardines, which I took without anybody?s knowledge. I gave the kitten the sardines and watched it devour it. I stroked the soft, smooth fury creature and said goodbye, leaving it behind.

Surprisingly, the kitten always waits for me at my doorstep when I return from school. It did not go into my house but instead waited patiently for me to change into my casual clothes before bringing it to the playground with a tin of cat food that has cost a quarter of my school expenses. This went on for the next two weeks, and the next and the next. The kitten has then become my friend, a special friend.

Sometimes, when I am really pressurized with my schoolwork, I will complain to the kitten. People might think I am insane or just plainly stupid. Nevertheless, I think I did the right thing. This is because by doing so I can actually feel the pressure within me leaving, everytime I complained to the kitten. Moreover, the kitten seems to understand me. It would lick my hands and then playfully bite my fingers. It was like telling me to cheer up.

This special friendship went on. The kitten is now a plump, healthy cat. I do not see it everyday but I will never forget to leave food for it at my doorstep. This special friendship is indeed an experience I am really proud of.