Walking His Path

Eskimo Kisses

Well now that I have spare time again I can write you the sequel you all deserve! So here it is. Thought I'd start it off on a good note before it goes into the sad bits.

To the new readers he is deaf so when it shows him "talking" he's basically using ASL "sign language"

Also the whole book will not be like this (where he is a young child)

But I'm glad to once again say sign on dear readers!!

Flashback

Jonathon POV

I had awoken that day feeling full of warmth and joy. The suns rays shown through my window. I could smell scrambled eggs downstairs. I propped myself up and rubbed my eyes. My hair was in a tousled mess. In attempt to wake myself up I stretched out my arms and moved my legs to hang on the side of my bed. As I stood up the smell of sizzling bacon washed over me. My stomach growled and I was suddenly desperate to get downstairs. I sped out of my room then carefully walked down the stairs. I didn't want to slip since I was wearing my extra fluffy socks. I looked around the corner to see my mum by the stove.

"Hey sweetheart. Want some breakfast?" She asks. I nod my head eagerly. She dishes me up and I chow down. "Don't eat to fast, don't wanna get a tummy ache." She walks around the counter and gives me a kiss on the forehead.

"Well, daddy's gonna be gone for the day so what do you wanna do? We could see a movie, finger paint?" I force myself away from the food to look at her. "I wanna finger paint!" She gives me a warm grin and nods her head. "Well you finish your breakfast and I will get the paint out."

I do just that and scarf down my food. Soon I see my mother walking down the stairs and pull one of the bar stools over to the shelf. I grab a few sheets of paper then hop down.

I meet my mom back at the counter. "You got the paper all by yourself?! What a smart little six year old I have." She laughs. "I'm not little mom!" I frown at her. Her smile remained making me giggle through my scrunched up face. She leans over the counter and gives me an eskimo kiss. We then set up the paper and paint. There were three papers and mom was gonna give one to me but I insisted she have it.

I dip my fingers in the blue paint and start painting a picture of our family. For Daddy I used green because that's his favorite and I gave him a black tie. For mommy I use purple and for myself blue. The paint is cold on my fingers but I'm not gonna get upset I'm having too much fun. I add some grass and birds in the sky.

I pick up my painting to show mum. "It looks wonderful!" As I set my painting down I notice that my fingers left blue prints on the sides. I bite my cheeks than remember mums painting. "What did you make?" I sign excitedly. She turns hers around to show me. I look at it in awe. It was a beautiful purple butterfly. It had four big round wings and two little strings on its head.

For the rest of the day we watched movies then went to the store. Mom let me get a little dinosaur toy. As the sun began to lower in the sky and the moon began to rise I was starting to get tired. I didn't want to sleep in fear I would miss daddy coming home. I lay down on the couch with my head in mums lap. She slowly ran her hand through my hair. My favorite TV show "Max the Pup" played. Suddenly I hear daddies car pull into the driveway. The engine grumbles before it falls silent. The door opens and I spring off the couch.

"Daddy!" I sign quickly. I run up to him but he simply pats me on the head and walks past me. His long, black coat had droplets of water on it and his boots wet. I try again and go to give him a hug. "Jonathon! Stop bugging me and give me some space." He says in a loud voice. My eyes widen and my lip trembles. I can feel tears gathering in my eyes. I begin crying and he groans, only looking more annoyed. I feel my moms hands land on my shoulders."Don't be sad sweetheart. Daddy has just had a long day. Why don't we get you ready for bed hm?" She wipes my tears and walks me to my bedroom.