Dear whoever cares,

The thing I carry sits in my wallet day after day. Though its not very heavy physically, it carries thousands of memories and emotions. Most of the time I spend looking at it I am laughing. I’m not really paying attention to what it symbolizes.

Sitting in the pocket of my Vera Bradley wallet is a lot of different cards. One sticks out, a light red with a pale white creating a pattern that bold, rich, black letters spell out a name and information on. On the corner, a picture takes up the whole half of the card. This card makes you remember school picture days. When you would wait in a stuffy school, wishing you could be under the scorching sun where there would at least be a breeze. You remember standing in a line long enough to wrap around the whole school just to smile for a lady you don’t know, and have her flash a bright light in your face. Then you get to wait for a machine to print out your brand new, toasty-warm ID.

This is my best friend’s 7th grade ID. I can’t remember exactly how I  got it or why. Now that I think deeper about what it symbolizes I start to find a reason.  It’s when I look at the chubby, rosy-red cheeks coming through the dark skin, and his dark brown eyes to match, with some close-cut black hair, I think about our friendship. I didn’t know him when the picture was taken but our friendship has grown so much in the last year. We used to be just mutual friends but our friendship has blossomed and now I find trust and happiness when I show people that ID and say “He’s my best friend’.