Loss of a Father

Chapter 1- Simple life

So many years later Fredrick had grown into a fine looking young man, he had a sturdy muscular build but not too big, white sun kissed skin with a small amount of freckles followed with black curly hair and grey eyes.
Christopher always found it strange how similar his son looked when he used to be 25 years old.

As his father was now quite old he decided to take over the business not just to help his father out so that he could finally rest more, but it was also because he found being a blacksmith a very fascinating thing to do.

As Fredrick finished up another batch of sword making for the day until he started another batch his father noticed this and gave his son a warm smile then he went back to watching the sunrise. Until the fragile old man spoke up saying.
"Son thank you for everything, you're a good boy if I didn't have you I don't know what I would have done."
His father spoke with utmost adoration and love.

Fredrick sat there next to his father admiring the warm glows of the sun rising, he wanted everyday to stay like this but no matter how much he might have wanted that he knew that one day his father would sadly pass on but until then he promised to make the most of things.

He wondered what he would possibly do next with his life once his father  passed on and where he would possibly go. He tried his best to be positive with things.
The young man looked over towards his father with an earnest grin and said. "Don't worry about it dad I'm always here happy to help you with this business. I'm glad that I'm able to help you rest now as you truly were overdue a good rest. What would you like for breakfast today dad? I'll be more than happy to make you something as I've got 15 minutes until I have to get back to work."

Christopher gave his son a small smile then told him that he would really like to have some oats for breakfast.
The young man had no Qualls he swiftly got up from his seat, walked over to the kitchen area and started to cook the oats for his father and an extra helping for himself.

Christopher always appreciated his son he was extremely caring and selfless which made the man very proud.

Once Fredrick had successfully finished cooking the oatmeal for his father and himself the two adults sat at the dining table ready to have their breakfast in peaceful silence.
Enjoying their relaxing moment the elderly man thanked His son for an absolutely delicious meal, not long after this they were both sat in a silence yet again it was a tranquil and not awkward silence whatsoever.