“You say you’re nineteen,” Atticus resumed.
“Nineteen is a good age to start making a journey of a life time. Boy, tell me, what is your greatest desire in life?” Squinting his eyes and rubbing his hands together, Matthew keeps on trying to read the sign behind Atticus’s head. As the clock ticking, Matthew’s forehead is shining with droplets of his sweats. He usually sweats more when he is nervous. He wished that he didn’t leave his water bottle at home caused he feels like he could faint from dehydration. “Well, answer me boy!”, barked Atticus. Matthew was shocked from his daydreaming. “Urm… Sir, I think I would like to become a baker. I love kneading dough and making bread, Sir.”