3 years ago
"Happy Birthday!" shouts Daemon. He hands me a small, yet long box wrapped in purple wrapping paper with a beautiful silver bow around it.
"Thanks!" I respond grabbing the little box with my left hand. I slowly rip the tape off the bottom, where it holds the neatly folded paper together. I set the paper I hold in my hand down and pull out my birthday present. There was a pack of new fine art pens. I open the pack and grab a pen. Slowly examining it, I realize that there is a small inscription on the pen saying, "The purpose of art is washing dust of daily life off our souls ~ Pablo Picasso." "You are the best friend ever," I say hugging Daemon.
"I know."
We are sitting on the roof that can be reached from the window of my room, staring at the stars. After what feels like hours of silence, I finally, slowly relax, lying down next to Daemon, where I am listening to the deep, soothing breaths coming from him. I look over and see he has fallen asleep. I wish we could just lay out here forever. "Hey honey," my dad whispers, interrupting the serenity. "Happy Birthday."
"Thanks," I respond quietly trying not to wake Daemon. Sitting up carefully, he hands me two blankets through the open window. On top of the blankets is a wrapped present. I grab the present and pat the roof, beckoning my dad to sit down. He climbs through. I unwrap the box. Underneath the paper is a carved wooden box. On it, it says,"The best protection any woman can have...is courage ~Elizabeth Stanton." "Wow, what is with quotes?" I silently laugh to myself. I open the box and in it is a beautiful bear necklace. It is blue and black and looks hand carved. "Dad, did you make this?"
"Yeah, do you like it?"
"Like it? I love it. It's beautiful," I say as I quickly put it on. "Thank you."
"There's cake downstairs, but I'm guessing you don't want any right now."
"Yeah, but make sure Bella gets some." I have learned by now not to mess with a 4 year old's cake. "Thanks dad," I quickly add as I watch him leaving my room.
I grab the wool blankets and lay one on Daemon. His face looks so calm that I am scared to disturb him. I honestly do not know what I would do without him. I look back at the stone hanging from my neck. It looks oddly familiar. I remember Max has one exactly like this, but on the back, his name is inscribed. I quickly check the back of mine and see Gia spelt in big loopy letters. I smile at the thought of my dad writing my name. After one more look at Daemon's sleeping face, I wrap myself in the other blanket. I lay back down and try to fall asleep.
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