'For the forth time in as many years, they were confronted with the problem of what birthday present to take to a young man who was incurably deranged in his mind. Desires he had none. man-made objects were to him hives of evil, vibrant with malignant activity that he alone could perceive, or gross comforts for which no use could be found in his abstract world. After eliminating a number of articles that might offend him or frighten him (anything in the gadget line, for instance, was taboo), his parents chose a dainty and innocent trifle- a basket with ten different fruit jellies in ten little are.'
The unfortunate event of every year, causing Marcus to be one of the most awkward friends to have. ever. With the party in full swing there was turning back on the choice of present I had decided to get Marcus. This was by far a decision that took extremely longer than what it should have. As his close friend I felt in full responsibility if i at all were to ruin his birthday with an offending gift.
Tall willow trees fenced the bottom of the large garden. Swaying in the cool summer breeze. Flower beds from the willow trees followed all the way up to the back of the house, filled with blooming summer flowers, giving of the sweetest of scents and attracting all kinds of wonderful butterflies and other flying insects. The sun glistened down full beam over us, and water fights had never been so better on days like these. A wobbly blown up pond looking paddling pool had been placed carefully on the concrete slabs near the french doors to the back of the house.
It was so good to see him smiling for once, although he was just sat there like usual keeping himself to himself. The enormous garden had been done up and to Marcus's standards. A large round table placed in the middle of the garden stood tall in the luscious green grass that surrounded us, filled with fresh organic foods placed on white pater plates, glass bowls of colourful exotic fruits and plenty of other delicious treats to snack on as the day went by.
As the time flew by with various party games happening, it was time for Marcus to open his presents. One by one he opened them. Nerves hit me hard, sweat glistened on my forehead, my palms became sweaty and the sun suddenly felt as if it was cooking me in the oven. Panic rushed through me as he picked up my present, Marcus paused with the present in front of him, looked over at me and smiled, I forced a hard quick smile back. Marcus looked down and pulled off the lid to the boxed present.
To my surprise a tear ran down the check of my friend and a huge smile grew back on his face, reaching ear to ear. he got up, walked over to me snd wrapped his arms around my shoulders. I wrapped my arms around his waist and hugged tightly back. 'Thank you' Marcus whispered.
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