About 4 years ago I had a friend named Kendrell, he and I always had “play dates” bc our parents worked together. He and I where inseparable. And we lived in the same building so he came over whenever he felt and when my mum wasn’t home i would go to his place. He made me happy.

One day he asked me to go to the pool with him. He was all excited but I didn’t want to go bc I wasn’t too sure how to swim. Honestly I didn’t want to embarrass myself. So he went alone and later that day we found out he hit his head on the bottom of the pool and died. I can’t help but think if I was there maybe things would’ve been different. I don’t blame myself bc I know it’s not my fault, but it’s always really heavy on my heart.