Noon came in the Atticus household, and the matriarch gathered everyone around in the large living room.
They all stepped out dressed in their best outfits, whilst mostly unaware of why they were actually celebrating.
Standing with her head held proud, and one hand resting on her infamous cane, the matriarch scanned the room.
A smile formed on her face, and her heart lurched with pride.
Many years ago, she wasn't certain in her time, she would see her family still preserving their bond.
Tirelessly, she had worked to make sure their possibilities were endless.
That hard work had paid off, and this was the result.
"Oh grandma, could you just tell us what is going on?" Claire asked, already bored.
The matriarch was about to respond when the door opened, and Colin in the company of Neil walked in.
"Uncle Colin, you came!" Sophie jumped to her feet, and ran to hug him.
