• George was a small boy who was barely six. He was no taller than a tree stump. George’s home wasn’t home, it was an area full of hatred. His parents despised him, they made him do life-threatening chores. They sometimes forgot to feed him and they made him sleep in a dog house in the cold and hard rain. Children at school also disliked George. They would insult George by calling him freckle face, poor kid, and idiot. No one wanted George. He was surrounded in hate where ever he went. People didn’t like him, not even animals! It was like George had a repellent, NO ONE wanted to get near him.
    George went bawling into his dog house, what was worse that his parents forgot to feed him again. He saw a white object in the horizon. The white thing fell on the ground. George picked up the white object, it was a napkin. The napkin didn’t flee. It didn’t insult him, and best of all didn’t dislike him. It was a perfect companion for George, now he finally had a friend!
    George was elated for the first time in his life. The black veil that one prevailed him was shattered. This napkin was the greatest thing that has ever happened to him. They roamed the grassy savannahs, climbed the frigid Himalayas, and explored the raging Bermuda Triangle all in his backyard. George always fell asleep with Napkin. If George couldn’t find Napkin he would fall apart as he always loved being with Napkin. George and Napkin would spend summers under the blazing sun; they would chase each other or get wet with the hose. George never forgot to put on Napkin’s protective gear before getting soaked. Awe, these were the glory years for George and Napkin.
    Several years pass, and a barrier blocked George’s friendship with Napkin. It was a barrier called love. He had his eyes on a girl with the name of Pandora. She brought chaos everywhere she went. Buildings collapsing and cars exploding, you name it. George didn’t care, he knew there was someone amazing deep down. When Napkin was waiting for George to play with him, George was hanging out with Pandora. Napkin was abandoned, aspiring for George to greet him. But alas, no one came through the dog house. Napkin was forgotten. On the other hand, George confessed his love to Pandora and she reciprocated it. Napkin still had hope for George to come, but he didn’t know that Pandora and George were getting married. Pandora and George were joined in holy matrimony for the rest of their lives. The barrier completely blocked Napkin. George loved Pandora more than anything. He would do anything for her. He said in his wedding vows that he would take a thousand hacks to the back to protect her. Pandora and George traveled every continent in the world, the original plan for George to do with Napkin. All sorts of events reminded George of Napkin, but none to serious yet.
    Fifty years had passed since George had abandoned Napkin, but Napkin was still longing for his friend to return to him, while George was holding the hand of his beloved one. She was on a bed with machines attached to her. Pandora was slowly fading away. In a few minutes, one of the machines attached to Pandora flat lined. It seems that Pandora was actually the cause of her own demise; she destroyed one of the machines keeping her alive. Oh, how George was blubbering. If only he had a friend, but like a light bulb, George remembered his old friend Napkin. George, now as tall as a tree and barely 78 went walking to his old home. George found the remains of his dog house. A lightning bolt completely burned the old dog house down. There, in perfect condition, was Napkin. The two reconciled as soon as they saw each other. The glory days were once more. They roamed the beautiful Everglades, climbed Mt. Charleston, and explored the calm waters of Lake Xochilmilco all in a matter of years. George, not the young chap he was, had flabby skin, a bald white head, and a scruffy voice.
    George, now 82, was on a bed next to Napkin. Napkin saw his best friend gradually fading away. George was speaking his final words to Napkin. After a while, George was muttering incorrigible language. It was his time to go. George’s eyes slowly began to shut like a gate. George lay motionless on his bed.
    No one really knew this man. They only knew his name. No one came to George’s funeral, as he had no relatives. But when they did find his body, it had a note. It said, “Napkin, a friend, my family, the one who has always been there for me.” The men saw a napkin in George’s hand. The men fulfilled George’s wish. George and the Napkin, 6 feet underground, were together in the afterlife, enjoying the fact they would be together for eternity.