"You been practicing eh?"
"What you always say Pops; practice makes perfect right?" The little boy looked up proudly glad to have pleased his stepfather. Jacob smiled down lovingly at his adopted son while squeezing him under the folds of his arms.
"Hmm, you've been listening to the old man eh?" He teased his son with a curt little grin on his face. Watching this old interaction brought a smile to the now aged face of Jacob. Markus had grown up very well under his tutelage; making any man proud to be his father.
"Ice cream… Ice cream… You promised me ice cream if I sat quietly while you two practiced." Dinah his adopted daughter chimed in from the background and soon her image entered the frame.
"How old was she?" He mumbled quietly to himself. He couldn't help thinking that now that the kids had their own lives; how they were almost always too busy for him.
"Ten…" Markus deep baritone voice penetrated the room causing Jacob to look up. He smiled at his 30-year old son. Markus was indeed a fine and outstanding man. He had graduated with honors from Stanford University and again from the Law School of DePaul University four years later. The six-foot plus stocky man sat in a swivel cushioned chair opposite the man whom he had accepted as his father over 24 years ago. Louise would be proud of their children. The chair slightly squealed under his weight as he sat down across from his father.
"That's right… thirteen."
"Yup, last year of junior league."
"You've got a good memory…" Jacob said as he paused the DVD player. "What brings you here?" He asked. Markus passed him the document that he was carrying.
"This; you dated it 1997." He explained pointing to the erroneous date.
"I did? Hmm, my mind must be slipping" Jacob asked surprised but turning the small mistake into a joke. He took the document. It was the living willing that Markus had prepared for him.
"Here, I prepared a new one… Sign here… here… and here… date here." Markus stated as he quickly slip the new documents on top of the old one pointing the places he needed Jacob to sign.
"Lot of paperwork…" Jacob asked with slight concern. However he knew that he could trust his son. He tried reading over the documents but again everything seemed to mush up together and he couldn't make sense of it. Parts of it seemed changed, but in his present mental state it was hard to discern the words.