the things my grandkids say!!

I have two grand daughters aged 13 and 4 and three grandsons aged 7,2 and almost one from my five daughters.
They are smart and never fail to amaze me.
My 13 year old is a dreamer and reads like there is no tomorrow and has started writing.
This is her latest:

His friends started it. Their continuous teasing made me fall hopelessly in hate with him. Even though we never talked, I smiled at him and he smiled at me. But I smiled at everybody….it was part of my job description – BE NICE TO EVERYBODY. It was what I did. I smiled. And since I smiled, they teased. And since they teased, I hated him.
I stopped smiling….at him at least .But the teasing continued. Soon I was so used to it that I could ignore it. One day, in the year 2025, as I was leaving the campus to go buy a pen, he followed me. He cornered me at the stationers shop. And asked me to have an ice-cream with him at the deli. I …….agreed. While scooping up spoons of delicious cold, frozen, milk (vanilla flavoured )we got to know each other better.
His name was (as I already knew) Samuel Henry Arthur Westerly. He had an elder brother named Sean Eugene Samson Westerly. His father was a baronet from Wessex , England. He had come to study astronomy in Boston University where I was studying history. He was born the same year as me just 4 days before me. He had a lot of dogs, liked horse riding, fencing, acting and dancing. His brother was to get married in September this year (it was July by the way.) He was to be the best man.
After that day we became really close friends. We both loved vanilla ice-cream, dogs, poetry, theater, writing and looking at stars. I loved asking questions and looking for answers while he was content with how the world worked. I loved dreaming, he loved doing. I loved facts and fiction, he loved space. I loved someone else and so did he.
We finished each other’s sentences. We knew each other’s likes and dis likes. I loved the past, he loved the future but we both lived in the present though we both had our own worlds. We had hours of conversation in which neither of us talked. Silence spoke a lot. I ran, he swam. I swam, he ran. I was quiet, he was loud. I sang, he danced. I spoke in public , he listened in public. I debated, he agreed with almost everything. I sympathized, he mostly couldn’t relate. He slept late, I slept at 8. He was an optimist, I was a realist.
I had found my best friend.