With Yvalia, I have learned a lot of things about friendship. First, I thought that it was impossible for a young boy to be friends with a young girl without having some kind of male and female content leading to sexuality, but my friendship with Yvalia was 99.7% pure. Second, I believed that friendship between a girl and boy would result anyway in an erotic relationship; however, for a few years, Yvalia and I enjoyed probably the best amity in the world while we profoundly respected each other. Third, I understood that a respectful friendship with the opposite sex is one of the best things in life. Finally, I have learned the reason people can’t enjoy friendship: lack of respect, confusion between friendship and sentimental relationship with the opposite sex, and confusion between deep appreciation and love.
That friendship obviously had a significant impact on my life, my personality, and my heart.
The slogan of my friendship with Yvalia was: “Let them see” and we used to repeat it very often because we wanted people to see that a girl and a boy can be best friends without having to have sex.
But how different many people saw us to be. For many, our friendship appeared as a cover-up of what it really was.
Miryamm [RH1] Dimanc, who was Yvalia’s sister and my Bible instructor, couldn’t believe that her sister was just my friend; Ronald Dimanc, Yvalia’s brother, said that my friendship with Yvalia had a connotation of two young lovers, and two other older sisters went on with Ronald’s opinion. There was the oldest brother of the family, whose name was Yve; he often never talked in front of me, but he always had a suspicious behavior—he projected a double face. In my own observation, I discovered that he could never look my friend Yvalia straight eye to eye; I didn’t give a great deal of importance to that fact, but later, I would be the first one on earth to know a devastating secret about him and my best friend, Yvalia.
After I knew the secret, I could not tolerate seeing him around because of what he did to his young sister. My friend Yvalia was nice, tender, goal-oriented, and virtuous.
I will tell you later in the development of this true story what Yve, Yvalia’s brother, did to her when he was eighteen and she was only seven years old.
My friend Yvalia, who had become my best friend, my sister, my cousin, my counselor, and at the last moment of our friendship my strength, was suffering profoundly from an incident that happened in her life. I was fascinated by her courage and her strong personality.
She was a member of a Jehovah Witness congregation in the city of Carrefour, Haiti. Unlike many others who are religiously blind, she didn’t like to impose her religious doctrine as a dogma on people.
Her smile was special; her eyes for all time expressed the perfect charm of a young woman; her face and body let out the perfect beauty of a young teen, and she was five-foot-four.
She did not have the same behavior as other teenage girls. One day, “You didn’t experience infant ages,” I pointed out to her. She laughed at me. “You are always so lost in the universe,” she said. “Why?”
“Yvalia, I do believe that if you, of course, had known all the experiences that all kids have known, you would not behave as an adult most of the time. You can look at yourself to understand what I am talking about.”
“If your idea was completely true , I would look at myself for sure, but my friend, there’s something that you don’t know about me, so one day, when I feel more comfortable, I will talk to you about it, and I have to tell you that you are the only one on earth who will know it because I feel that Jehovah sends you as my best friend in this life, and I feel very, very, very comfortable with you,” said Yvalia.
“Okay, little mango, just let me know when you are ready; this is now the time to practice math and physical science because I want you to succeed in your premier baccalaureate exam,” I replied. The first baccalaureate level in secondary school in Haiti is now equivalent to the 11th grade in high school in the US.
Now, dear reader, you need to dispose your mind to savor this story. This story is true , and I only change a few names because of some sensitive aspects of the story.
This book will be a New York Times best seller without any doubt because the story in this book is vivid, and the facts in it are things that many people still experience constantly in every society in this world.
So get ready; you need to get a big container full of popcorn, something to drink, and a handkerchiefbecause you might have tears coming down your face, and you will understand how my first kiss with Yvalia was the last.