Miriam and I grew up together from the time that I was three and she was two. We were neighbors and best friends and rarely spent more than a day apart. We told each other everything and didn’t know what to do without the other. When my mother died, our worlds fell apart. Her father left her mother and our families seperated. I saw Miriam again for just the second time in ten years this past weekend. It was so lovely to see my girl again.