He set his cake down and scurried down the hall to the bedroom, returning with a soft package that had a card taped to the top. He handed it to her. "Here."
The card looked like it had been drawn by a third grader with myopia, involving a stick figure Jonas and Belle, hugging on the cover. Belle was identifiable by scribbles of blonde hair, Jonas by a black streaks. 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY' was scrawled across the top in a rainbow of colors. Inside, there was a message. Also written in crayon.
'So you're old now. A year older than you were before, which is pretty exciting! I wanted to tell you that not only are you one of my only real friends, you're one of my best. I know things have been rough lately for you, but I want you to know that if you ever need help, I'll be right here. And that you better eat lots of the birthday cake, because that's what birthdays are really about. -Jonas'