Chapter 12: Jacob's Amnesia

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"I didn't expect there would be two early risers in the house," Simon playfully remarked as he entered the kitchen a few moments later.

"Ha, I didn't either. Jacob was awake before I entered the nursery this morning," Angelique replied continuing to stir batter in a bowl.

Simon stood in front of the high chair. "How are you today, buddy?"

Jacob sat silently in the chair, transfixed by the familiar, short man with dark skin. He couldn't place exactly where or why he knew him, but the memories surged forward in his mind.

"You're Simon," he said surprising himself and the two middle-aged adults.

"Yes, Jacob. I am. Did you just remember that?"

"Yeah, but that's all I remember," he confirmed, dejectedly looking towards the floor.

"That's okay. It's a good start. With memory, you just need time and patience. So, don't get frustrated if it doesn't come back right away. It will," Simon assured the little boy.

He went to help his wife in the kitchen, and after the couple finished preparing breakfast, Angelique walked over to the high chair.

She placed a sectioned plate on his tray. "Eat up!"

Jacob didn't realize how hungry he was until the small pancakes, strawberries and slices of hard-boiled eggs were in front of him. He didn't hesitate to begin stuffing his face, and it didn't take him long to finish his food with how quickly he was eating.

He sat, contentedly leaning into the back of the chair. His face and hands were sticky with syrup and strawberry residue. Thinking about how enjoyable that meal was, he wondered if those dishes might have been some of his favorite foods before he lost his memory. Shaking his head, he decided he was sure because the meal was just that enjoyable.

"Is your tummy full?" Angelique asked, pulling Jacob out of deep thought.

The little boy hadn't even noticed when the adults finished eating. As engrossed as he was in his mind, he hadn't even seen them take their dishes to the sink.

"Yes. Thank you. That was great."

"You're welcome. Now, let's get you cleaned up," she said, beginning to wipe his hands and face with some wet paper towels.

When she finished, Jacob was left sitting in the high chair while Angelique tossed the paper towels in the trash.

"I'll finish washing the dishes," she offered as Simon turned on the faucet.

"You sure?"

"Yes, Jacob needs a quick bath, and I thought I'd let you handle that."

"Ah." Simon turned off the faucet and took Jacob out of the high chair, carrying him upstairs.

As the two of them entered the bathroom, Jacob caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror before Simon stood him on the tile floor.

While Simon turned on the faucet in the tub, the little boy thoroughly surveyed his tiny body, realizing he didn't feel as small as his reflection in the bathroom mirror seemed, but he brushed his concerns off. Maybe I'm just small for my age.

Simon quickly bathed Jacob in the tub, and the toddler remained passive throughout the whole process, obediently following all of the older man's directions. Once Simon finished drying the child, he wrapped him in the towel and carried him into the nursery.

Jacob let out a series of long yawns while he was diapered and dressed in a loose T-shirt and sweatpants.

When Simon finished, he addressed the little boy, "I think you need to take it easy today. So, how about you and I spend some time on the couch? You can watch some cartoons. That sound good?"

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