They have been friends since they were four years old. Fabrice lives in the same village, about five minutes, on foot, from our house. Sometimes I forget that Fabrice is not related to us… I consider him my second son.
Isn't it like that when you have known someone for so long, you feel they are more than just a friend? When you see a friend that you have known for years, you see your history within their eyes, you feel their hand upon your journey… they hold a part of you, just as you hold a part of them.
I asked them if I could take a photo… As I held up the camera I saw two young men looking back at me. So beautiful.
"Hey, who said you two could grow up? Stop it! The older you became the older I get… and something tells me you have years of looking better and better!"
…. ah the face of youth … haunting somehow.
Who is your best friend? Who is the friend you work well with, or the one that makes you laugh the most , or the one who listens to you, or shares your joy the best? Who holds your secrets or shares your past? Do you have an all around best friend close by?
Fabrice and Sacha share a childhood friendship that is moving into a new stage. A parent's hope is that their children will find good friends, that the birds they flock with will lead them in a good direction, allowing them to fly high with an amazing view.
Ah the lucky ducks, ah lucky me…
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