Clark had made it to present number five with his composure still intact, he had made it through the little model truck exactly like the one that Lex had bought him the day he saved his life, the one that his father made him give back. He made it through the book on Alexander the Great that Lex's note stated that he should have so he "would know what true greatness is seeing as how they haven't written 'The History of Clark Kent' yet".
Now he was at the verge of tears looking down at the book in his hands. It was a leather bound first edition of To Kill a Mockingbird. It was not only special because it was one of Lex's favourite books but it was special because of the note that Lex had written inside:
To my Atticus or maybe my Mockingbird…read it and decide for yourself…
LL
Clark flashed back to the day when Lex explained to him the Significance of those two characters…
"Atticus was a great man Clark, he was a hero. He was everything that was fair and just in his world; a real role model."
"How can one normal man be all of those things?"
"Because Clark he wasn't a normal man, not at that time. He didn't care about peoples' differences he believed in the best in everyone and stood up for that belief."
"Oh…but Lex if this book is about him why is it called To Kill a Mockingbird?"
"The Mockingbird was sacred, something to be revered and Atticus stopped it from being harmed."
"Why was the Mockingbird so sacred, isn't it just a bird?"
"No Clark it was so much more than a bird, as I said it was sacred because of its rarity, its beauty and its purity."
Clark snapped back to the present and noticed that he had tears in his eyes, 'Did Lex really think of me like that? As a hero or rare and beautiful?' The thought that Lex put into this day was really starting to get to him. 'How am I ever going to be able to repay him for this?'
Thinking about what he would do to repay Lex for this day Clark moved on to the next few gifts.