Mr. Atticus walked in with a tray of fruits in hands. At this point of time, I honestly wasn't shocked that Mr. Atticus has skipped another day of his work. He seemed to be missing quite a lot of those, these days. He never once left me since the day I was shot. He was there everywhere. To help me stand, to help me pee, to help me eat, to help me walk, if I wanted to.
They say, he is one of those men who cared nothing for others. But for me Mr. Atticus was the type of man, who didn't knew how to express his emotions, his desires, his concern and his care. I didn't blame him when I was one of them only. I didn't knew how to express my emotions. At least, my boss knows he likes me and he at least, he has confessed it to me. I, didn't even knew how to confess my feelings to him. I was scare
