I was born with jaundice. The healing ultra violet was already taken up by another baby. Despite that, my mum carefully placed me in the corner of the same cot. An hour later she returned only to find two tiny bundles cuddled up as one. Thus begin my first friendship.
In the long often winding path of life, we meet strangers whose names are eventually known to us. We have come to call them friends. Some you guide and hold their hand while navigating potholes and puddles. Others guide you and hold your hand while they show you where the shortcuts are. Some stay only between two street lamps sharing illumination only for that moment. Others stay throughout the journey. A step apart but close enough to jump in with sticks and stones when dogs and other unsavory creatures threaten.
Before long, you realize how comforting it is to have these footsteps next to yours. They become part of you as much as you become of them.