John was a complete doll to others. He didn’t quite understand his situation but he was registered as mentally incapable, therefore he spent most of his days at the house tending to the flowers and cleaning around. ‘God he is such a clean freak’ you would tell your friends at times. He didn’t understand why that was a supposed bad thing but he didn’t hold that remark against you. You were his everything.

The community loved him, he was a doll to everyone and his neighbor even gifted you both with a German shepherd so that John wouldn’t be lonely at the house when you were working. He loved that German Shepard to bits and he ended up naming the male dog ‘Oli’.

He would take care of the local parents kids when they were out sometimes, letting them run around the house and he would play with them. He loved playing kitchen. He liked teaching them how to make pretend spaghetti.

Currently he was trying to get Oli back into the house after the poor dog ran out, John picked Oli up, squeezing to tight Oli yelped.

“What’s going on with you Oli?”

John said curiously, not yet understanding the fact that he was squeezing the dog damn near to death.