#WritcoStoryPrompt1
The parcel that had arrived today, contained an old key and a list of instructions to use it, but it was in Japanese.
'What, I can't read Japanese. What do I do...now';I sighed.
'Shubaru Namakazi, he can help me': I thought to myself as I held the dirty, brass, key in my hand. Not because he was Japanese, he was actually born in South Africa. Both his parents are from Japan, so he learnt the language, and the culture from them. I admire that he still learnt and respects his roots even though he was born in another country.

I stood at his front door, 'maybe I should go home?'
As I turned around to leave, the door opened.
"What are you doing here?": he was puzzled, but the cold tone in his voice, that shocked me.
"Good morning to you to, got up on the wrong side of the bed": I smiled .
"What do you want?": he asked.
"Wow..... You are really in a bad mood."
"Yea... thanks for pointing that out.": he rolled his eyes.
"Ok!":that was enough,"Walk with me!"
We had been friends since childhood. Shuba really saved me, when we were kids.
I don't know where I would be if it weren't for him.

to be continued.