There are times in life when you meet people and have no idea how instrumental they will be in your life. That's how I feel about when I met Laleh.
I distinctly remember when Laleh entered the classroom. She had curly hair and I came from a small Ukranian town, so when I saw Laleh I knew she was of an ethnic decent I had never encountered before. I was intrigued. She was very quiet, which seems funny now since I know her so well, but that first day Laleh spent more time watching and listening then talking. At least that's how I remember it.
Laleh and I began talking and hanging out. She lived up by the RCMP detachment and would walk with me there while I waited for my ride to finish work. We realized we had many things in common and it was nice to have met some one who had some life experiences similar to mine. We both came from divorced households, although her mother had remarried. We both had younger siblings, her's were much younger. We both spent summers with our dad's on the west coast, she in Vancouver, myself in California.