I walked over to Arthur and crouched down in front of him, giving him a tissue to wipe his tears with. "Hey, don't cry. This is a good thing. Why the tears?"He let out a laugh through his tears. He gave my hand a hard squeeze, then nodded firmly in agreement. That night, Mom made a massive feast for dinner.During the meal, she kept piling food onto Arthur's plate, telling him he needed to eat more if he wanted to look healthy. Then she praised his hands, saying they were made to draw.I noticed that the second she said the word "draw", Arthur's hand paused. With his head low, he shoveled a couple of bites of meat into his mouth without saying a word.After dinner, I went to the kitchen to help with the dishes. Through the sliding door, I could hear Dad pulling Arthur aside to talk in the living room.I strained to hear and caught Dad speaking in a gentle and warm voice. "Arthur, there's something I want to talk to you about. You know, Catherine might be a good match for you.
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