It was a cold night, the find whistled around the mansion, the sound of stones colliding against each other was heard. The father of Malcom was cleaning some precious stones passed on by his father to him. The sound of the stones wakes up Malcom from his sleep, he walks down the stairs and stopes near the hallway when he saw his father's studio opened and heard the sound that woke him up. Malcom stopped near the door to the studio peaking in wondering what his father was doing in the middle of the night, the night before his birthday. Malcom continued to spy on his father noticing the stones, being the collector himself he knew what type of stones they were. Malcom's father noticed The shadow near the door and spoke "Why are you out of bed?" Malcom freezes and comes out. "I heard some noise from the studio and came down" Malcom continued the stare at the stones "what are they" Malcom's father hides the stones while getting a sour expression "it's not for you to worry about, young man, go back to bed!" the shear force and volume of his father's tone and remark really broke him, though he wanted to push further and get more information he dared not "ok father" Malcom leaves the study and goes to his room. Malcom's father finishes cleaning the stones and puts them into a box and wraps it with wrapping paper, he sighs deeply and leaves the house, Malcom kept on getting night mares about his father's words trying to ignore it he kept trying to sleep, he remembered his mother the way he used to snuggle up next to her, playing with her at the beach and learning about stones and gems from her, the words of his mother was printed in his mind "don't judge a rock by the outside cause what's on the inside is what matters" his eyes got teary, he missed his mother ever since his mother died the happiness was sucked out of his life, his father being distant and cold, never showing him a second off tenderness. Malcom ignored everything and cried himself to sleep. The next day Malcom woke up and remembered the events from last night, he remembered it was his 18th birthday. Malcom got up but tripped over a box "what the hell!?" He saw a note on it, the note read "my dear son, if you're reading this happy birthday. I am out for some work just wanted to give you the gifts your mother left for you. Inside the box there are 4 stones each represent one of your trates, the Amethyst representing you're way of thinking, being open minded, the diamond representing your strong mind and heart, the Carnelian representing your empathy towards others and lastly the high quality imperial green jade representing your value. I know I was never there for you, I know I was a horrible father but I will try my best to help you grow into a handsome and noble young man. Happy birthday my dear son" Malcom was in tears reading this he understands his father, why he could have been so closed, he knew how much his mother meant to his father and now he was determined to help his father recover from his past lose, he was ready to bring back the happy side of his father. The day went by with the father and son spending time together and having fun.
