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Friends add sparks to your life. They help you light up the world. I live in a normal town with normal friends. They talk to me and I talk to them. I had a chance to go to Africa to visit some missionaries. I had a hard time leaving my friends even for a few weeks. I thought this light was real. Never the less, I went. I was lonely a little bit. I was enjoying Africa, but couldn't wait untill I got back. Then we got to the missionaries house. But the missionaries had children. And I realized what real friends were. I became closer to the MK's then my friends back at home. I replaced the artificial light with a real one. But time flew too fast, and soon I was on a plane to America, my home. I was united with my friends there and they told me the latest news. But I didn't care. I still loved them, but their conversation was meaningless. It was because I had known my African friends for 4 or 5 weeks, compared to my American friends for 3-4 years. Yet I had more meaningful conversation and time with my African ones. I was so tired of the facade that everyone put out. I still have the real light. I have one or two friends that I have that with. But my other ones I don't. And every time I get a letter or write one to my African friends I become sad. I miss them so much. I wait till I go back for it. I have discovered the real light. I have seen poverty and death around me. Yet, I prefere it to this artificial light. So I remain a prisoner to this place, saving so I can go back and enjoy the real light, instead of the U.S's artificial one.
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