One day, Snufkin was looking out the window like he usually did, when he saw the point of a red hat.

Is that dad? What is he doing here?

The Joxter did come around the corner with his dark messy hair and attire very similar to Snufkin's.

Joxter looked up at the second story window to see Snufkin's green hat, he found it unusual to not see any other part of him but he just brushed it off as the angle he was seeing him in or something.

The Joxter knocked on the front door nice and loud knowing that Mymble can have trouble hearing over the little ones.

"It's open!" She called.

Joxter came into the house and smiled upon seeing some of the little ones run by. The house looked very well lived in; the kids loved making a mess with their toys. He wasn't surprised when he didn't see Snufkin though; over his past few visits he would see Snufkin less and less. He knew that eventually Snufkin wouldn't want to see him.

That didn't stop him from wanting to see his wonderful girl though.

Joxter came into the kitchen to see Mymble making lunch. He dramatically bowed and took his hat off. "Why hello my beautiful Mymble. I see your gentle hands are making sandwiches."

Mymble smiled and rolled her eyes, she handed Joxter a sandwich. "Yes I am. I am guessing you got bored?"

"No. Maybe. I can still want to see you and the kids though right? It's not a crime."

"Not this time it isn't. Can you tell the kids that lunch is ready please?"

"Of course." Joxter made his way through the house telling all the kids that lunch was ready, eventually he came upon the bedroom that Snufkin was in.

"Hey Snuf-kin?"

Snufkin turned to face his dad, or at least, Joxter thought he did.

Joxter stood in the doorway staring for probably a bit too long but he forced a smile on his face, apparently Snufkin needed it. "Hey so, Mymble made some lunch, do you want to come get it?"

The only reply he got was the shake of a hat which caused Joxter's smile to tighten. "Do you want me to bring you a sandwich? They are quite good."

Snufkin considered for a second before nonchalantly shrugging.

"I'll be back then." Joxter closed the door behind him and dropped the smile.

My son is invisible. Why is my son invisible? He should not be invisible. I don't think I saw any of the other kids be invisible. Why him?

Joxter went to the kitchen to see Mymble handing lunch to the last few kids, when they scampered off she looked to Joxter. "There is no break with these kids." She chuckled.

"Except with Snufkin."

"Right, is he coming down?"

"No, how long has it been since you have payed attention to him?"

The Mymble scrunched up her eyebrows in confusion. "Like one-on-one or with the other kids?"

"Any."

"I pay attention to him a lot then, just as much as with the rest of the kids… he has been in his room a lot more though."

Joxter gritted his teeth. "So why is he invisible then?"

"Invisible? He is not invisible."

"Mymble I just saw him, his face is gone. He didn't even say anything."

Mymble suddenly looked very concerned. "You have to be mistaken, I just saw Snufkin yesterday."

"This doesn't happen overnight Mymble, what did you even see of him? Did you see his smile, did you see his hands as he played his harmonica, or just his outfit that covers most of him? Has he even said anything to you recently?"

"Of course I… I… only saw his hat…; he had it tilted downwards. I didn't even notice."

"Obviously not."

She shook her head. "I don't even know what went wrong, this has never happened before."

"It shouldn't happen." Joxter grabbed presumably Snufkin's lunch. "I am going to go up and try to talk to him. You should pay attention to your kids."
Joxter headed back upstairs, leaving Mymble to wonder about the rest of the kids.

….

It was weird seeing a sandwich be eaten by an invisible child, it just kind of, disappears.

"So, Snufkin. How are you doing?"

The boy shrugged, what else would he do?

"Has Mymble been treating you alright?"

Snufkin thought for a second before shrugging again, she hasn't done anything wrong in his opinion.

"Are you just going to keep shrugging."

Snufkin shrugged.

Joxter sighed. "Are you not able to speak Snuffy?"

Snufkin looked up at Joxter for a second not really liking being called Snuffy but he didn't fight it. He opened his mouth but ended up shaking his head.

"…How long?"

Snufkin looked down and shrugged, he wasn't sure.

"Do you like it here?"

Snufkin again shrugged.

"Snufkin, that is a yes or no question."

He shrugged again.

"Yes, or no."

Snufkin slowly shook his head.

"…Do you want to come with me?"

Snufkin looked up at him for a second before shrugging.

Joxter sighed. "You don't have to make a decision now, just think about it." He got up and went to join the others.

Snufkin watched him go before looking out the window.
He could go with Joxter but he would just be following him around to wherever his dad always went. On the other hand, he would be stuck with all of this craziness.

He looked down at his 'hands,' maybe dad's way would be better for him.