Now it is perfect

David was one of our good friends when I was in high school, but today he was not with us anymore. He always told us he wanted to find a better place. Because David had been busy all year long, we met him sometime in the fall. Last year, Julie who was another friend of ours called me and said David's father died in the night. Unluckily, no one was at the house. He later on went to a hospital and Julie saw him taking a seat directly opposite her. At first, she hadn't been able to recognize him until a nurse mentioned his name out loud. Julie said David looked terribly sad; moreover, he also murmured, 'Nothing ever changes.' That confused Julie a lot and she hadn't understood that until today. Julie comforted David and told him that it was not his fault. David just gave her a smile and he entered a room to be greeted of domestic tranquility. She had never seen him since then. I asked her whether she kidded, but she said she would never make jokes about that.

David used to be one of Ben's close friends. Ben is another smart friend that we hung around together when we were in high school. Ben always told us that as long as he could remember; David had never lied to his parents. That meant David was a faithful kind of guy and he couldn't even tell his father and mother a white lie. I heard this story so many times, but for me, it was hard to believe that, he never lied. It was a few years ago, I talked to David in the middle of the street somewhere while we were crossing the road. I asked him whether he was all right. He answered me gently with a great smile and that implied to me that his life seemed perfect to him. We still had a little chat after that at a coffee shop. He treated me a cup of cappuccino and actually I could recall that was a very sweet of drink. David was not a talkative person so he would answer to my questions one by one. I thought that could be one of the interview session. He described his work and said that he needed to take care of not only the problems of his work, which mean the computer, but the problems of his colleagues. I could guess that he didn't feel much enjoyable when talking about this part of conversation so I started asking him more personal because I, at first, believed that he might feel more comfortable because he expressed great feelings as he talked about his family. It was a pity that the phone interrupted us so he excused himself and walked out of coffee shop. I just could say that call must be very important to him. I still sat down there for half an hour after he left.

Everyone who knew David would say that David often felt slighted because he might think that people thought he was not important at all. Also, one of his colleagues at a plastic company, Mike, agreed. Even though David had ever said that the company he worked for was notoriously notoriously inefficient. He gm has worked there since he was 25. This had been 10 years so far; Mike had never seen David and talked to him ever since. Mike also explained that one of the reasons that made David keep silent was his career—the job never required much talking. ‘Frankly, he was a hard-working, responsible guy at work’’ Mike insisted.