In class, the two of them are always like the picture and the shadow, everywhere they go. We go to school together, sit close to each other, study together, and have fun together. When I was bullied, Van was always my number one "protector". Cuddly and humorous, Van calls me Ngo and I call him Baby Elephant. Having played together for a long time, Van understands me very well. When I'm sad, it often comes to me and sits quietly, saying nothing. Because he knows that at times like this I just want a quiet space, I'm afraid of feeling pity. On the outside, Van looks like a hot-tempered kid like Truong Phi, but in fact, she is also very emotional. She often writes letters to chat, comfort and encourage me. She is like a big sister, always wanting to extend her arms to protect her little sister. When we parted to go to different high schools, although he hated to sit meticulously to make decorations, but because of me, he would sit all week in the house, determined to fold as much as a thousand cranes for me. The day he brought it, his face was as fresh as a flower, his hand gave me a very large glass box, inside were many lovely cranes of all colors, and also offered a pair of lovely dice-shaped hair bands. Happy and moved to the point of crying, I hugged it tightly, speechless Now, although we each go to the same school, we don't see each other as much as before, so we often talk on the phone. Thanks to its influence, I am now much stronger, not as shy as before, even very lively and energetic. I have to secretly thank Van - my dear friend - for knocking out my chronic shyness and helping me to improve myself. For me, Baby Elephant has always been my most cherished friend. I never want to lose this friend.