Chapter 3
Prompt 5- snow
“Can I see yet?”
“Almost. I need to move this first.”
It was difficult to lift the ceiling panel up and over with Kakashi’s squirming. But Kakashi couldn’t hold in his excitement, tugging on Sakumo’s pant leg as he tried to peer up.
His mother never allowed him to go in the attic. There’s enough dust up there to blanket the Land of Snow, or bring on one of her coughing fits. Neither of them had wanted to send her back to the hospital.
After a push from Sakumo, Kakashi popped through the hole and plopping onto the dusty floor (finally). After fanning his arms and legs, he examining his work. “It’s like snow.” But after watching his father wrap old clothes and scrolls in newspaper and pack them away into cardboard boxes he was significantly less enthusiastic. Oh, so that’s why they had come up here.
“Do you plan on helping, Kakashi?” Sakumo asked, waist deep in old blankets no one had used since The Great War.
A stormy look fell over his face, but the almost three year old complied, dragging over a moth-eaten coat. At first Kakashi tried to fold things, five minutes on he started balling up the remaining newspapers and stuffing the remaining boxes full to bursting, glowering as he forced the lid on.
Concern crept into his dark eyes. “Is something wrong?”
Arms crossed and avoiding his eyes, Kakashi’s voice wobbled. “I like living in a house.”
“Moving isn’t like camping,” Sakumo explained. “We’re going to pack our things here then unpack them in the new house.”
Kakashi closed his eyes and scrunched his eyebrows together in deep concentration. When they popped open again, he mumbled something into his scarf.
“Hm?”
Hesitantly, he looked up. “And Mama will come too?”
“What?”
Kakashi had attended the funeral even if his father hadn’t let him look in the... Oh. His son’s flawed logic clicked into place.
“Ah, No. Not all boxes are used that way.” Caskets had very different destinations from moving boxes.