"I can't sleep." He said for the fourth time that night. I let out a sigh, pushing a glass of lemon water towards him as I rubbed my temples.
"What do you want me to do then, Mr. Atticus? Do you want me to sing a lullaby to you?" I asked his half drunk self and he snorted, shaking his head.
"I don't remember anyone singing me to sleep. Have you ever been sung to sleep?" He asked me curiously and I thought back of the days I had my parents. A smile formed on my face, nodding my head.
"My father used to sing for me. Here, drink. Do you want me to peel some oranges for you as well?" I asked Mr. Atticus— Pheonix and he shook his head, taking a sip of his drink.
"Do you remember your parents?" He asked me and I froze at his question. It's been a long time, I have been living alone. With
