Amy once more placed Jackson on a hip as she got off the bus, letting Galahad go first, following behind the medium-sized dog. He barked, clearly in response to so much stimuli, and Jackson gave a big, child like [color=6ecff6]"wooow!"[/color] causing Amy to smile. This was a good thing. Not ready to set him down quite yet, she went to start towards the carnival, but stopped as she heard the [i]"can we be a group?"[/i] stopping and turning, seeing the Pastors Daughter.

She smiled brightly, but was wary. While she had liked the girl during her time at the church, and being young, she was probably less judgemental then adults, she still felt wary about speaking up. But she did, [color=f7941d]"I'd be happy to be a group. Um. My son, do I have to purchase a ticket for him? I'm more then happy to, but I haven't been to the carnival since I was a kid, and don't know the entry fees"[/color] she glance around at the others  that had been called out to.

Jackson seemed happy that the Albino teen was included in this group, but like a child was equally interested in the others. He leaned in close to her, and said softly[color=6ecff6] "mommy? The person in the dress? Boy or girl?"[/color] Again, her heart just melted. He was just so adorable. She glanced over, but with the hoodie, it was hard to tell. Then again, why would a girl wear a hoodie, instead of something that would keep her warm, but still show of the dress? Was this person transgender, and possibly reveling against parents? Either way, Amy wasn't too sure how to reply to Jackson.

 [color=f7941d]"I'm not sure, sweetie."[/color] he seemed to shrugged and continued looking about. There was the boy who had been bullied on the bus, which she would have done something about, had her hands not been full of Jackson. As Jackson wriggled in her Arms, she set him down, and watched him  as he went over to the boy. 

He smiled his huge, child grin and said [color=6ecff6]"hi. Those boys were mean. Mommy says girlfriends are special, but it's okay. Girls are icky anyway"[/color] Amy didn't know if she should pick Jackson up again, or apologise. Glancing to the pastors Daughter, she took the few steps towards Jackson, but she figured no one would hurt him, not with so many people about. Still, she was wary. 

Jackson, like most kids, didn't have a filter on what they said or did, added to that he had excellent hearing, which was why she always had to be quite around the house. And he remembered things. He would have heard the boys on the bus, would have wanted to say something. He was just so sweet, he wanted everyone to be happy. So far, it hadn't gotten him into trouble, and she didn't expect that it would now. But she had learned a mother was always wary around those she didn't know. In other words, she was always wary outside of her own house or her mothers. 

 [color=f7941d]"I'm sorry if he is bother you"[/color] she said, before looking to her son  [color=f7941d]"what have I told you? You always introduce yourself first"[/color] Jackson looked down, but then up again, smiling once more [color=6ecff6]"Sorry, m-m-mista. I'm Jackson"[/color] he said proudly, struggling a bit on the word mister[color=6ecff6]"and this is my dog, galhad" [/color] Galahad waved his tail, use the way Jackson said his name. 

[color=f7941d]"I'm Amy"[/color] Amy said, Jackson tugging on her pants leg [color=6ecff6]"no, your mommy"[/color] you just couldn't help but love him. [color=f7941d]"To you, sweetie. To others, I'm Amy"[/color] she said, giving him a smile. Would she ever stop being thankful that she had him? Would she ever stop being thankful that it appeared he had none of the man who had create him in him? Was it possible to love her son even more?