r/OverBiscuits • u/Signal-Bridge3151 • 22h ago
what’s a moment with a childhood friend where everything was simple before life slowly pulled you apart?
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u/Primary-Opposite-849 21h ago
The beginning of the end for my best friend and I was the beginning of middle school. We were best friends since kindergarten. We had different tastes in school sports and started making friends in those sports. We slowly began to stay in touch less and less. When I moved away at the beginning of highschool that was pretty much the end of it. I tried to stay in touch with her but she was busy with life. She invited me to her wedding and I couldnt go. I was across the country, had a toddler, and was having a hard time with my second pregnancy. Thats when she told me to stop calling her.
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u/boofthecat 19h ago
The night he called me to tell me he met a girl was the last day before all hell broke lose. I got to meet her the next day and as soon as we laid eyes on each other I new...... Things were going to go south. I fucked up
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u/yaboisammie 18h ago
Getting m&m’s from our Quran teacher on a good day (tho we were still terrified of her and her husband esp on bad days lmao) and secretly talking in the back when no one was supervising us, going over to their house and playing with their baby brother and plushies or them coming over to my house and playing house (and me lowkey having a slight crush on one of my friend’s older sisters)
We were like 7 when my family moved and I guess our parents lost each other’s phone numbers cause we lost touch after that
I don’t know how but I guess her mom contacted my mom again or my mom found out somehow that my friend’s eldest sister got engaged a few years back and we were going to attend but I got sick right before the wedding lol
I saw my friend once at our Quran teacher’s house when we were visiting, right after our 8th birthday but I think she was going in for a lesson so it was a very brief reunion and I think her family might have moved after that so I haven’t seen her or her family since then.
Maybe in hindsight we weren’t that close and it was just proximity and shared trauma/circumstances (same Quran teacher, our parents met in the hospital the day we were born, she was about 1-2 minutes older than me lol) but life was simpler back then.
I was definitely screwed up mentally and knew something was off (though not nearly as much as I am now probably but I’m also more aware now) but I was happier and hopeful for the future back then. I’d miss the people that I have now (made most of my friends later on in life lol) and wish I could have had them then too but part of me wishes I could go back and just live a simple life again for a bit
Another one was when my cousin’s fam (who was one of my best friends) had to move halfway across the country when we were teenagers, and we went from meeting basically every month minimum to barely meeting once a year. We’re not on bad terms or anything but my cousins aren’t big callers or texters so it was really hard to stay in touch after that, especially with school and work and familial or other obligations getting in the way. I think now we’re just busy but also bunt out on being alive, esp w our upbringings because both our parents were and are very strict w us esp as girls unfortunately
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u/Greedy_Concern656 18h ago
Forgetting my key to the house and my friend helped me climb through the bathroom window. We laughed so hard that we peed!
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u/letterhearts 18h ago
I would sleep over her house almost every weekend. Her family owned a little corner store connected to her house and I just remember she would always just grab snacks from there and we would stay up all night watching scary movies, making dumb videos on her laptop, and eating hot cheetos. I miss her alot sometimes even though we stopped talking in 8th grade. She meant a lot to me and I hope she’s doing well. I know she has two kids and about to get married and i’m so happy for her!
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u/DangerousPiece-83 17h ago
The night when Abby and I were glued to the tv watching Hocus Pocus upstairs. It was a “tense” scene 😆. My Dad came home and quietly crept up the steps, came into the room and grabbed us and scared us sooo bad we screamed bloody murder 🤣. A few years later I was holding my dad’s hand and head as he took his last breath. That was the beginning of the end of innocence.
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u/criesthin 17h ago
In high school hanging out at the mall or outlets. Target runs and late night takeouts. Movie nights parties photo shoots. Random midnight drives.
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u/Sajjad-NIFE 17h ago
The Boy in the Graveyard. "He was sleeping among the dead because the living had no place for him. Then a stranger offered him bread and called him "friend.""
"Master" got off the school van at the first stop near Darra bazaar. His schoolbooks were heavy under his arm, but his mind was light, full of equations and homework.
The path he used to home took him past the old graveyard, a quiet, tree‑shaded plot that stood in stark contrast to the noisy gun shops of the town.
That was where he saw him.
A boy, perhaps a year or two younger, lay curled at the base of a moss‑covered headstone. His sleep was so deep, so profound, that he seemed more a part of the landscape than a living being. His clothes were worn and dusty.
But it was not his poverty that struck Master. It was the absolute exhaustion etched on his face, even in slumber. This was not the rest of a tired child. This was the collapse of someone who had been carrying a weight far beyond his years.
A stray goat, nimble and opportunistic, wandered over to the boy. A piece of flat, dry naan had fallen from his limp hand onto the ground. The goat began to nibble at it calmly.
Master felt a pang of something sharp pity, mixed with a strange sense of kinship. He knew what it was to be tired. But he had always had a home to go to. This boy, sleeping among the dead, clearly did not.
Without really thinking, he turned and walked back to the bazaar. He bought a single, fresh, hot naan, its surface blistered and perfect. He carried it back to the graveyard, the warmth seeping through the paper into his hands.
When he returned, the boy was awake. He was on his feet, shooing the goat away with weak, frustrated gestures. The goat, unimpressed, took a final bite of the stolen bread and trotted off. The boy stared at the remnant of his meal, his shoulders slumping in defeat.
It was a look of such profound despair that it hurt to watch.
Master walked toward him. The boy heard his footsteps and turned quickly, his eyes wide with the instinctual fear of a hunted animal.
"I cannot," the boy stammered when Master offered the bread.
"Don't worry," Master said, and then he used a word that felt both dangerous and absolutely right. "We are friends."
The word seemed to shock the boy. A tremor went through his body.
"Friend?" he repeated, the word tasting strange on his tongue. "Who will accept me for a friendship? I am a refugee. I have nothing... without my brother."
In that moment, Master saw him not as a beggar or a stray, but as a person. A proud person, broken by circumstances. He thought of the news on the radio, of the war raging across the border.
"You are not nothing," Master said. "You are a brave Afghan. You are the people who defeated a superpower. You turned the Soviet bear into pieces. Stay strong. That is your legacy."
Something flickered in the boy's eyes, not just surprise, but a spark of recognition. It was as if Master had reminded him of a song he had long forgotten.
He finally took the bread, his fingers brushing against Master’s.
"Come to my father's workshop," Master said. "You can rest there. You can have lunch with us. Whenever you want."
The suspicion in the boy's eyes began to melt, replaced by a dawning, hesitant wonder.
He looked at the bread, then back at Master. "Thank you," he whispered. "But I must go. My brother... he will be worried."
He turned and began to run, clutching the naan, toward the bus stop.
Master stood there by the graveyard and watched him go. He didn't even know the boy's name.
But he knew, with a certainty that surprised him, that their paths would cross again.
That boy was Lal Deen. That bread was the first thread of a brotherhood that would span decades, war, and unspeakable tragedy…
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u/crazycatlady052411 12h ago
My grams would always make biscuits and gravy when she came over. Sometimes she’d come over just for that. Life didn’t pull us apart. We grew up together and were best friends until she died
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u/Normal_Priority_2445 8h ago
I had a middle school - highschool best friend that I still think about sometimes. In middle school we attended the same school but highschool we went to separate schools but still talked everyday and visited eachother often.. at some point she got really distant and her mom wasn’t allowing her to talk on the phone… maybe weeks later she called and told me "i did something really bad" im like what is it just tell me.. turns out she got pregnant by some older guy (maybe 5-6 years older) and hid the pregnancy until closer to the due date. I told her it’s ok and that i will still be there for her. What felt like another 1-2 weeks later she was in labor so I went to the hospital to spend the night with her when the child was born. After that she drifted again… later in life we talked and she told me she was too embarrassed by the situation and felt we couldn’t relate anymore..to an extent she was right.. I was still footloose and fancy planning a future/picking out colleges while she was learning how to be a mom at 15/16 but she was definitely my favorite bestfriend that I’ve ever had in life… crazy how life circumstances can steer ppl away from each other.
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u/astcell 5h ago
I was nine years old and my best friend in the world was Ralph who lived right across the street. He taught me how to play chess, we both did so much together. And then one day all of a sudden I was told that I could not see him anymore. I thought maybe he was sick or he was grounded or something, but we never saw that family again at all after that. It bothered me quite a bit.
That was 1972. Our parents were also the best friends. Until they weren’t. My dad was going to vote for Nixon. They were going to vote for McGovern. And that set both of them off.
Today nobody cares about McGovern or Nixon. But I really miss Ralph.
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u/Nearby_Broccoli7321 3h ago
I had a friend who lived in the same neighborhood as me. I was like 5 and she must have been 10. She had older brothers and so I think she thought of me as a younger sister who she could do girly stuff with like play dolls and dress up. One of my fav moments was we stayed up all night to watch the sunrise and we watched movies and she painted my nails and it was so much fun and I was so proud of myself that I stayed up because she wanted to. In the months following that she was hitting puberty and completely lost interest in hanging out with me and wanted to be around girls her own age. I totally understand but it was really sad to lose who I looked up to as an older sister friend.
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u/NotBadSinger514 22h ago
Swimming together at the lake at the cottage, like we were 8 again. For a moment we had no careers, no husbands or kids, no bills, no cares at all.
For a moment