To Write Love on His Arms

"So Atticus, tell us about yourself."

I bit my lip after the words had leaked out of my mothers mouth. I just stared at Atticus, waiting for his answer. I mean, come on. With what he's been through, you kinda wonder how will he answer? He can be blunt and straight forward and tell them every detail. Or he can pull of the 'um, I don't know what to say.' line. Maybe he'll be very vague and give a couple sentences about being close to his parents.

Then again, he can go on and on and say random things like his favorite color and his hobby. Thing my parents don't really need to know and probably will forget.

I just sat there and watched Atticus. Seeing him feel taken back a bit and unsure of himself. Silence dragged on in the room, my parents waiting for his answer and him just unsure how to reply. He just sat there and though hard, staring and each one of us and biting his lip.

"I grew up around a loving mother and father. So I'm just naturally a good kid. But life throws us obstacles, and I'm just trying to overcome the one thrown at me." The petite bleach haired boy said after about three minutes of silence. I felt my face soften and saw my fathers and mothers had as well.

My mom smiled softly at him. "Well I hope you finish overcoming them very soon." She said quietly. Atticus nodded his head. My father cleared his throat and stared at my mother then looked at me and June.

"You know Kelly, us men really have to get going soon. But I'd think it would be wonderful if we could all have a delicious piece of that pie you made." My dad sad, winking at me and smiled at my mother. I grinned, knowing it was probably going to be his third slice today.

My father wasn't skinny, nor was he fat. But he did have some fluff on him. That didn't matter though, because once you got to know him, he was just a big old teddy bear. My mother laughed and nodded her head then got up and headed to the kitchen.

"What kind is it?" I asked my dad, leaning forward and licking my lips. I glanced over at Atticus and smiled at him. He smiled back and leaned forward as well, wanting to know the answer. My father just smirked and leaned back. "He famous apple pie." He said and sighed.

I pretended to faint and acted like I was falling off my chair, only ending up actually falling onto the cold tile floor. My dad just started laughed and Atty began giggling. It was adorable when Atty giggled, he sounded like a little kid.

I just stood up and sat back in the chair, embarrassed. My mom then walked back into the dining room with her pie, plates and forks. I licked my lips again, dying to devour the delicious treat.

My mother was an excellent cook, and her apple pie brought back so many child hood memories. When ever I had a bad day and felt down from being ridiculed by people, right after my parents would sing me the Sunshine Song, my father would always suggest her to make the pie. And she always went with it.

And it always made me smile.