Third Person POV

John's Dad woke up early in the morning in a cold, still, silent house. It was nothing new. He was always the first one up, even when John was at home.

John not being home wasn't new though, ever since he joined the army. He was always a trouble maker but his dad never scolded him, just left him get away with it. He was never much of a talking, just throwing in the random 'okay', 'yeah', and a short conversation. But that was never the only reason for not yelling and punishing John, though it was partly the reason. The main reason was because the man knew that one day John would learn about his mistakes and try to make them better, whatever it took. And he was doing it, by serving in the army.

Even though he wasn't much of a talking he still missed John's company. Even just his presence would be great. He didn't have to be in the same room, he could be sleeping for all he cared, as long as he was somewhere in the house.

His dad got out of bed at 5:30, like every morning and slowly walked out of his room. He walked to the kitchen and paused before stepping onto the cold floor. He padded to the counter next to the sink and pulled the coffee maker forward and flipped the lid open. While the water filled the pot he put in the filter and coffee grains. When the glass was filled he flipped off the water and picked it up. He poured it into the maker and switched it on.

The coffee started its drip, drip drip so he walked away to the refrigerator and retrieved the eggs from the bottom drawer. He sat them on the counter next to the stove and bent down the get the pan. He sat it on the stove and turned it on so the pan could heat up. He cracked three eggs and dropped them into the heated up pan. As they were cooking he grabbed another pan and started the bacon that was sitting in the sink so it could defrost.

After his normal routine was done he grabbed two plates and scooped up half the eggs and put them on one plate then the other half on the other plate. There were 6 pieces of bacon so 3 went on one plate and 3 went on the other.

He sat one of the plates down in its normal empty spot and took his plate and leaned against the counter. He took two bits off his eggs then set the fork down and looked up as if someone walked through the door.

"Good morning, John." He said like he did every morning, then went back to eating his breakfast.

When he was done he walked over to 'Johns' plate and looked down at it, "Are you done?"

He took the plate and threw away the food and then dropped both plates into the sink. He turned on the faucet and rinsed off the all the dishes he dirtied while making breakfast. After they were clean he dyed them and put them away.

He looked around the kitchen and nodded. Everything seems so be normal. He opened the basement door behind his and headed down the stairs so go and me with his coins for the rest of the day, like every day.