How Hang Met Frances...

I wish I could say it was love at first sight. It wasn't even close. 

When I was in first grade, my mother decided that I needed a tutor because it was hard for me to grasp English. I had just moved to the United States from Japan, and everything was foreign to me. My mother had met Frances' mother at church, and that was when my fate was sealed. I was to be tutored by Frances' family. 

When I came over, I was pushed to the floor, and forced to smell this old, smelly, dirty, GROSS, purple sock. I remember hearing Frances chant, "PURPLE SOCK, PURPLE SOCK!" to her brother as I was being tortured on the floor. And that was how I first met Frances. 

I didn't come back for years. Many years later, my mother forced me to return to Frances' house. I was in fifth grade to be exact, and that was when our friendship blossomed. She later became my best friend, and though we had some rough patches, she is the very best friend I could ever ask for. All thanks to my mother, who made me go to her house.