Zephaniah // z.m

Seventy five

Zayn

"Baba, uhm, m-mmaybe can do presentation about C-Cooper," Zephaniah said quietly as he tiptoed over to me.

Turning around as I sat at my desk, I eyed his expression for a while, seeing the nerves on his face. "Would you like that better than Epilepsy?"

"I think m-mmaybe can do of Cooper Epi-Epilepsy dog," Zephaniah suggested as he walked over to me, leaning his small hands on my knees. "I like p-presentation we type on computer, baba, but-" Zephaniah blushed deeply, looking down as he stopped his sentence.

I smiled, lifting him on my lap as I started up Word. "That's totally okay, Zephaniah. We can type something new about Cooper, yeah?" Knowing talking about Cooper would probably be easier for him, made me not doubt his choice for one split second.

I wanted him to be as comfortable as possible, as I knew how much he hated to do the presentation. He hadn't slept well the past few days because he was extremely nervous for it, which saddened me.

"Okay, so, do you think we should explain your classmates what Epilepsy is still? Because I don't think they understand," I asked him, watching his expression as he chewed on his pinky, staring at the computer screen.

"W-wwill explain Epilepsy and show bracelet and then can talk about C-cooper he helps with sei-seizure and feel safe," Zephaniah nodded, watching me as I typed something down on the computer.

Cooper dribbled into the room not much later, happy wiggling his tail as he lied down next to the chair we were sitting on, Zephaniah's smile widening.

It had been a few days since Cooper came to live with us and Zephaniah couldn't be happier. Every morning he'd make sure he had enough food and water, took a walk with him (and me) and talked to him as if he hadn't seen him in ages. Cooper taught Zephaniah how to be responsible, something that I found quite important as well.

It made me realise how much this dog meant and could do for him, how I knew having an Autism and Epilepsy service dog had changed his- but also my life.

The job David, or basically Hannah, had given me paid twice as much as the others, so I finally had the chance to quit the other job, so I could stick more attention into my son and household.

Grateful would be an understatement, and I wish I could somehow make clear to Hannah how thankful I was for everything. But, how could I do that?

Biting my lip, I realised how much she had been on my mind. I couldn't help but, miss her, wondering if that was the reason why I still hadn't felt at peace although a lot of things had finally fallen into place.

"Baba, I type m-mmy name? Please," Zephaniah questioned, his eyes searching for the right letter.

"When we're done, okay? Otherwise your name will be in the story randomly." I chuckled, ruffling his hair.

Zephaniah simply blushed and rested his head against my chest, watching me as I typed things down, while he said what was on his mind. I thought it was interesting, as I hadn't really thought about how he would feel, having Epilepsy.

"Oh, baba, m-mmaybe I can tell Cooper is German Shepherd and Golden Retriever, can tell p-personality?" Zephaniah suggested once again, staring into the distance with wide eyes. "Did you know t-that German Shepherd are very intelligent, trainable and loyal and can be very g-good hunter, baba, do you think he can hunt my sei-seizures? Cooper," he rambled, frowning when he looked at me.

I laughed, ruffling his hair. "I think he hunts your seizures, yeah! If you want to explain his personality, you can do that, Zephaniah. It's your presentation."