It was his birthday. And nobody came.
Phil sat down in the kitchen, next to the door. He was hoping somebody would knock, and maybe they would be there for his party.
Right when he started losing hope, he heard a knock on his door.
He opened it, still a bit sad. The person was smiling at him and asked, "Am I late for your party?"
Phil looked at the person and recognized him. He smiled, "Not at all, Dan."
Phil let him into his house. Dan had a present in his hands.
They talked for a while, and Phil didn't feel like asking for the present. He thought it would make him seem selfish and rude.
But, Dan got to it eventually.
"Want your gift?" Dan asked, smiling maliciously.
Phil nodded, and Dan chuckled before unwrapping the present for him, which seemed a bit weird to Phil.
"Dan?"
Dan thrusted the "present" into Phil's chest and exclaimed, "Happy birthday, Phil! Make a wish!"
"I wish that I live through this," Phil thought.
But he didn't make his wish fast enough.
