When Jonathan bandaged his wound, I sat quietly and looked at it. “If I had a chance to stab him, would I only have left a small scar on his body?” I wondered to myself. "Desiree, do you remember when your birthday is?” Jonathan asked suddenly.
“Birthday?” I didn't know why he asked that question, but I nodded honestly.
“When is it?” he asked again.
I lowered my head, my fingers crossed and replied, “Today.”
“Today?” He was silent for a moment then touched my head and asked, “What type of present do you want?”