Today, my family attended a funeral of our long-time neighbor in our old house. Their family is close to us because his son who is a gay is my childhood best friend. I remembered my family moved in to that place when I am still seven years old. He is already there selling foods because their family owned a restaurant in front of their house. Everyday, I can still remember every morning during class days that I have to eat breakfast at their restaurant become my mom works so early and she does not have time to cook so I have with me my plate with rice and I'll just buy some food. Their family is really kind. As I mentioned earlier his son is my childhood best friend. However, 3 years ago we transferred to our current house but I am still close with his son. Today, he bids goodbye. He had heart attack. Our family was really shocked when we heard the news. He is a healthy person. He cooks for their restaurant with his wife. I am so sad of what happened to him. However, it is already his time. Now for his family, the saddest part is saying goodbye. May his soul rest in peace.
