Happy Birthday, my Friend

In order to understand the beauty of the story that I'm about to tell you, and in order to be able to appreciate true friendship you must know that my cell phone was stolen about two weeks ago so when I am away from home there is almost no way to get in touch with me.

Today was one of my close friend's birthday, she was turning sixteen and we decided that we wanted to celebrate by having dinner at an american-style food joint in the centre of Madrid. We planned and talked and decided what to do with our group of female friends. In the end we agreed to meet up at 9 near the metro station of one of the more busy streets in the City.

9 came and I had just barely left home. I was running late and had no way to get in contact with my friends, I had no idea whatsoever where they were, would they be in a restaurant? In the street? In a bar? I wondered if they would be waiting for me at the station or if they had left after waiting for so long. I fretted and worried and when I finally got there I saw that all my friends were still there. Everyone was waiting for me, knowing that without my cellphone I was lost. They waited for me for over 20 minutes and recieved me with wide smiles and huge hugs, happy to see me and already forgetting that I was late.

They waited not caring about the time they had to stand around. They stayed there not thinking about how minutes were ticking by but by thinking about how fun the night was going to be.
Friendship should be like this; I needn't have worried if my friends would still be there when I was late, for they are just that: my friends. There for me always. They are the family that I chose, and that should mean quite a lot.