Sareth Sao

November 9, 2010

Period 3

Chris Nuanhngam

I will never forget the things Chris and I went through. He was one of the most important people I knew.
He always gave me advice. He was like a brother from another mother. He was one of the coolest
friends I had.

I remembered when I met him at City Heights in 2007. We were at my friend’s stepbrother’s house. My
friend Johnny introduced him to me. I think he had some type of colored triple A shirt on with some
Dickies and some Nike air forces. Then after we met we went to go hang out at some random
playground. We were just chilling and had some cool conservation. We talked about the cool bikes we
had, about the times that got in trouble, and a lot of other things. Then ever since that day, I thought it
was cool kicking it with him, so we started hanging out more often.

We had been hanging out for a while, for about 4 or 5 months so far. We were always going to
Escondido to hang out with his girlfriend. Then we woke up one morning, with some crazy looking hair,
and realized that we had to go to school in San Diego. We rushed out of the room, hopped in my friend’s
car 6 or 7 in the morning. We were driving back to San Diego in a fresh BMW M3. Then the car began
sounding awkward when it was rolling. One of my friends said “something’s wrong with the car!?” I
quickly thought to myself that we needed to stop immediately, check out the car, and see what was
wrong with it. We stood for hours, with our thumbs up, trying to get help. Finally an old man stopped
and let us use his jack to put on the spare. That was one of the craziest times we had together.

I will never forget the last time I saw him. He was wearing a certain color from head to toe with slick
back hair. We were at the park chilling with all the homies posted, kicking it, and trying to figure out
what to do. One of my friends left me so I went to hang out with my other friend. Then the next day I
called my friend up to see what was going down. Then he tells me one of the worst news I heard in my
life. “Chris is gone??!!” I screamed. He was shot at a party. It was sad and hard to believe that he was
gone.

Once again, I just wonder why they took him away from everybody. He always looked out for me. He
told me not to follow in his footsteps of not joining a gang. I will never forget his voice and those words
he told me. “But why it gotta be Chris?” I asked myself. That’s life, everyone has to lose someone that’s
close to them, see you when I get there brother.