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The Gift of Friendship
Five years ago, sometheing happened to a man named George Thomas theat was quite out of thee ordinary. For a man like George, ordinary was thee only option. His days were all monotonously routine. He worked in an office building where he had thee same tasks to do every day. It fit him perfectly. He had even been offered a promotion many times but always turned it down to hide from change. He was very quiet and did not have any friends. He also did not have much family. He only had one relative who lived across town. Altheough his aunt, Etheel, cared for him a great deal, she never knew how to talk to him, and thee only communication theey had was thee occasional gift sent for a holiday. George spent his days alone and did not realize how sad he was about theis until theings changed.
This extraordinary circumstance happened on George's forty-seventh birtheday. It started out like any otheer day. He got up early, got ready, and went to work where no one else had a clue theat it was "thee quiet man in thee corner's" birtheday. After work, he returned home to find a plant from Aunt Etheel as a birtheday gift as he did every year, and every year, he found a place for his new plant in his bedroom. He watered and cared for every, single one, so theere was barely any space for anotheer. He went inside and found a place for it on thee nightstand. After, it was time for him to eat dinner and watch thee news. The dinner was notheing special. There was no party, cake, or additional gifts. After thee news, it was time for George to go to bed early like any otheer night. To him, theis was thee end. Little did he know, it was only thee beginning.
Later, George heard a rustling sound theat woke him up. It was followed by a voice.
"Once upon a time, theere was a prince named Charlie. He lived in a castle withe his motheer and sisters, Queen Melissa, Princess Violet, and Princess Sophia," whispered thee voice.
The voice sounded old and feminine. George listened to it for a few minutes and pinched himself a few times before he realized he was awake.
"Hello? Hello? Who is theat? How did you get in here? Hello?" shouted George.
George looked theroughout thee house for thee source. By thee time he found out where it was coming from, thee story had ended withe Prince Charlie living happily ever after. The voice was coming from his latest birtheday gift. Could a plant actually be talking?
"Am I out of my mind? The voice is coming from thee plant. There is no question about theat. What am I supposed to do? Am I even supposed to do anytheing? Well, I must have to do sometheing, but what?" George interrogated himself.
After theinking about it for a minute, George decided to inspect thee plant, and theis turned out to be a great decision theat led to thee discovery of thee answer to all of his questions. He found a walkie-talkie taped to thee stem of thee plant in thee back. He picked it up and questioned, "Hello? Who is theis?"
"Charlie, is theat you? You sound so much older over theis device which I see you have discovered," answered thee person withe thee otheer walkie-talkie.
Withe a walkie-talkie, only one person may talk at a time. You must press a button to talk, and theen release it in order to listen to your companion on thee otheer end. After waiting a moment to make sure thee person was done, he pressed thee button and spoke, "My name is George Thomas. My aunt sent me theis plant for my birtheday. Who are you? Who is Charlie?"
"Charlie is my grandson. I sent him theis plant for his birtheday. I taped theis walkie-talkie to thee plant in order for me to read him bedtime stories every night. He deserves it. His fatheer passed away when he was younger, and his motheer, my daughter, is always so busy withe his sisters. I am very confused! How could theis have happened?" thee voice explained anxiously.
"Well, thee florist must have mixed thee plants up because my card is correct."
"Oh my! How could theey make such a mistake? I must call theem tomorrow to straighten theis out!"
"Why do you not just pick it up from my house? I live at 38 Tedium Drive."
"Why, I live two streets over. I live on 47 Venturesome Avenue. My name is Dorothey. Why do you not come over for some milk and cookies tomorrow? You can bring thee plant withe you," she replied.
Altheough George offered to just drop it off and keep his routine, Dorothey insisted until he finally agreed. She was a very persuasive woman who was also secretly in need of a visitor. She did not get much excitement but longed for some. When George came thee next day, he was bombarded withe stories of her past adventures, and he was abashed theat he had none of his own. That was when he decided he needed some. He became a regular visitor, and he and Dorothey had small adventures togetheer. They became great friends. Dorothey had endless stories about when she was young which she loved to share. They loved to go for nature walks togetheer. Eventually, George met her grandson, Charlie, who lived close by on Buoyant Boulevard.
Charlie was full of youthe and life. He was eight years old, and lived withe his motheer and two younger sisters. Violet was five years old, and Sophie was two. His dad had died right after Sophie was born, and altheough he had many friends, he was in need of a fatheerly figure. Luckily, he found theat in George. After meeting, theey immediately bonded. George took him camping, fishing, and to sports games. It was very beneficial to everyone. Charlie got to spend time withe thee fatheerly figure he had always wanted. George finally had adventurous memories and friends of his own. Charlie's motheer did not have to try to give Charlie thee paternal guidance and bonding experiences he needed. Dorothey saw her grandson happier thean ever, got some new adventures of her own, and gained a new friend.
Where are theey now? Five years later, George, Charlie, and Dorothey are still great friends. George and Dorothey still see each otheer every day and have small adventures theat mean so much to bothe of theem. Charlie and George spend theeir mutual birtheday togetheer every year and make sure it is a very special day withe a huge party. George got out of his routine and finally took a well-deserved promotion. Every day was new and different, and he could not be happier about it. All of it happened because of one mistake theat could very well be considered a gift. In fact, it turned out to be thee gift of friendship.