Casey's dad pov:
My name is Jack Jones, Amira and Casey Jones's dad.
I am currently 43 years old, I'm a retired hokey player and currently work long hours at a near by hospital. I have the same pasty white skin Casey has with freckles and light brown hair, I also have blue eyes.
My daughter, Amira or Amy, looks just like me. She's 9 and goes to school at the elementary connected to Casey's highschool.
Casey is my son, though he was adopted.
Before my wife had passed, right after Amy had turned 1, Casey had passed out in front of our house.
At the time, we lived in Texas, in the country side.
No one knew how old he was, not even him after he woke up. He didn't have a name, didn't speak, but could write and read. He also had several wounds.
We tried finding his family to put his abusers behind bars, but we never found his parents.
He had looked about 7 years old at the time and we had found him on July 25th 8 years ago, so we just count that as his birthday and say that he's 15.
Very shortly after he had woken up on our couch on the day we had found him, he immediately showed signs of being abused for a long time and he was naturally untrusting to us.
He was very skinny, his skin looked sort of gray or green, his hair looked like it had almost never been washed or brushed, and his eyes didn't look full of life like most kids his age. Other than that, he looked like a little brown eyed me
By the time we had adopted him, we got him to look healthier, we treated him carefully and he learned to trust us. He was also a natural with Amy, growing protective of her very quickly.
We had taught him to speak by age 8, he still has problems speaking sometimes as a 15 year old, but most other adults are understanding of his situation.
My wife was in a fatal car wreck when he was ten, that's when his hair changed from brown to black, his freckles faded, and even his eyes darkened a little.
He's never told us what his life was like before coming to us.
Now he's a normal 15 year old boy, or at least, he seems like one now.
He loves hokey, his 5 close friends, his sister, and me. He's smart, he just acts like a dumbass sometimes, and he's gay.
And despite not being blood, he's my son.
My son, Casey Anthony Jones.
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