In The Wake
It was messy and somewhat tangled. You grimanced as you tried to comb through it with your fingers. A few moments later you gave up.
Instead you sent into the closet and picked out a outfit for yourself. It didn't exactly match but it would do for now.
"Elaine!" The man called.
You quickly ran downstairs and found him sitting at the kitchen table.
"My, your hair!" He laughed. "Let me fix it for you."
He got a brush from his room and you sat down on the small stool.
"What's your name?" You asked quietly. "I know you told me but I keep forgetting."
"Jackson." He replied, brushing out the tangles. "You can call me Jack if it's easier."
For the first few months, he was "Jack" to you but as the years went by, you eventually called him Dad. He became your best friend and your shoulder to cry on. You learned much from him while you were young, skills that would be necessary for the rest of your life.
Instead you sent into the closet and picked out a outfit for yourself. It didn't exactly match but it would do for now.
"Elaine!" The man called.
You quickly ran downstairs and found him sitting at the kitchen table.
"My, your hair!" He laughed. "Let me fix it for you."
He got a brush from his room and you sat down on the small stool.
"What's your name?" You asked quietly. "I know you told me but I keep forgetting."
"Jackson." He replied, brushing out the tangles. "You can call me Jack if it's easier."
For the first few months, he was "Jack" to you but as the years went by, you eventually called him Dad. He became your best friend and your shoulder to cry on. You learned much from him while you were young, skills that would be necessary for the rest of your life.