The house was quite, an oddity around the small house, considering a two year old boy lived there. It was neat, and clean, and Amy "bellafonte" Stevens sat making peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, wrapping them up, and slipping them into a bag, along with a thermos of milk, and a bottle of water, as well as other variety of things one needed for a child. 

Amy was 18, and her son 2. She often recieced nasty comments from people who didn't know the circumstances, which Amy knew would just make it worse. The people of this town would just say that she was a demon who had lured the boy into lying with her, or some other ridiculous thing. They would say her son, her Jackie, was demon spawn and shun him. She knew her mother had lied, had said that when she came to the town with Amy barely out of the hospital that her father had died in an accident before she was born, simply to avoid the nastiness. 

Amy didn't have that luxury. Glancing at the time, she knew she had to wake Jackson up, to get him clean, dressed and looking nice. She was going to the youth night, and she wouldn't be shunned away. She had the right to go, and she wanted Jackson to see the carnival. Which was why she had put him down for a nap, so he could enjoy the night. They would sleep in tomorrow, and just have a lazy day. Rising, she went to her sons bedroom, on quite feet. She wasn't surprised to see the dog, Galahad, curled up on the bed with Jackson. 

She took a moment just to watch them, smiling. Jackson was hers, her little savior. He would have the best life she could give him. Unwilling to disturb the image of boy and dog, Amy nevertheless stepped in the room, causin Galahad to look up, with the same bi-coloured eyes as Amy herself had. As Amy gentle shook Jackson, Galahad rose, leaping down off the bed. Jackson woke slowly, groggily, and Amy whisked him into the bathroom, carrying him before he could put up a fight, the bathtub already filled with warm water. She striped him of his pijama's, and had him in the tub before there was even a groan or moan about a bath. 

She scrubbed him, and then dried and dressed him, [color=f7941d]"there baby, that wasn't so bad, was it?"[/color] he grumbled, but trotted along after her as she leashed Galahad, made sure she had the bag of stuff, and her own handbag with her Inhaler, and insulin, as well as her purse and car keys, house keys. She didn't take the car, but instead, knowing it was a slight walk and wanting to spare Jackson that walk so he could enjoy the carvinal, she picked him up, resting him on one hip, holding Galahad's Leesh. 

She started out, just enjoying the cool night air, and had soon reached the church. She was slightly taken aback by the young, pale man, but had soon brushed that off. She could see others watching him, snickering and whispering. As they would with her. She went up to the supervisor, Son, dog and all, stating that she was here and attending the youth night, walking away before he could say anything. Jackson was watching the pale man, his green eyes alight with curiosity, and he asked in his child like voice [color=6ecff6]"mommy, is that man painted?"[/color] God, his innocent acceptance of people just melted her heart.

[color=f7941d]"if I had to guess, Jackie, I would at he was born with Albinism. It means he has...none of the special things that give us our colour."[/color] she explained, trying to keep it simple.

[color=6ecff6]"so...so...he...it's like...white paint? It has no colour..."[/color]

Amy smiled at Jackson, and said [color=f7941d]"sort of. Maybe we can talk with him later, at the carnival, for now let's not bother him. We can eat the sandwiches"[/color] she said, setting Jackson down, and handing him a sandwich. he jumped on it eagerly, and had soon smeared his face with the peanut butter, the jelly. She cleaned him up, using wipes and cleaning his hands as well. She also took out s small bowl, pouring some water into it for Galahad. He lapped it up with the same eagerness that Jackson had tackled the sandwich with.

She could tell that some of the adults around were watching her, but she just went about caring for her son and dog, ignoring any whispers and critisms. She kept a good hold on Galahad, so he wouldn't run off or cause any trouble, and where Galahad was, Jackson stayed. He watched all the people with curiosity, holding her hand. She loved his curiosity, but she could never predict what would come out of his mouth. Which just made life exciting. 

She thought back to her mother this morning, saying she shouldn't go to the youth night, that she was just asking for the trouble of the town. Amy said she didn't care, that she deserved, that Jackson deserved, to be accepted, and to see a damn carnival. Her mother had grown Timid and almost frightful of the people of the town. Amy hadn't. She went about her day with Jackson, and would do so here, at the carnival. Her mother would say she was flaunting her and Jackson. And maybe that was true. But she was just trying to be a good mother for her son. And that was all that mattered to her.