It'll Come Naturally

"Okay. Let's get down to business. You are curious why I seem so distant to my parents, aren't you?" What had been going on with him and Jessica was a long story, which was too complicated to be finished within just a few sentences. Edward didn't plan to cut the long story short, so he took Daisy into the car and sat down before they talked. He had decided a long time ago he wouldn't tell anyone about the pain and sorrow during his childhood, because it hurt him to repeat it over and over again; but if Daisy wanted to know, he wouldn't keep it a secret from her. He wanted her to know everything about him - his good, bad or even desperate self. The other reason he decided to reopen his wound was because what he had been through when he was little played an important part in his life.

"Yes, I am." Wrapping her arms around his neck, Daisy nodded firmly. However, all of a sudden, she noticed that Edward's face changed; he looked sad. Daisy got frightened and nervous. Her instincts told her that she should stop right there, but deep down, another voice was whispering, pushing her to go after the answer she wanted the whole time. Gazing at his face, Daisy wondered whether she was too heartless to him; she forced him to reopen his wound and watched him bleed just because she wanted some answers.

"Everyone thinks I'm successful and I have everything I want within my reach. But the truth is, my parents weren't really a mother and father to me. I'm the child that they have never liked. I have always been like an invisible member in my family for all these years." Edward forced a weak smile as he started to speak. After the bitter opening, he pursed his thin lips and remained silent for a short while, trying to hold back his emotions; then he continued, "I had to live abroad, alone, by myself, when other kids could still hug their parents and ask for what they wanted, candies, new bikes, love and attention. And I had to learn how to run the business and even take over the company when other kids were still learning their trades in the classroom."

approval and praise. He wouldn't mind how tired he got or how much he had suffered, as long as they could look at him and tell him 'son, we're so proud of you.' But he received nothing from

no position to wish for anything, because there was no my place in that family. Even the reason I was born was only because my mother begged my father to give her a child. To be honest, I rather wish I hadn't been born in the first place." Edward smiled bitterly. It had been so many years; all those things that he thought he had already forgotten were flashing through his mind frame by frame. No matter how hard he tried, he hadn't forgotten a thing. On the contrary, they grew more

suffered. Though Cynthia had told her something earlier, Daisy hadn't expected that Edward's childhood would be more miserable than hers. At least she was the princess to her parents until she turned six, they loved her and gave her everything she wanted. But Edward had never experienced the love and warmth from his parents, not even for one day. Although he grew up in a rich family, that wasn't enough for a little child

gathered up all my courage and want to tell you everything about me. No one has ever heard this from me before. It's now or never. If you

share his story. He didn't want pity or sympathy from others; he just needed someone to listen. Now that Daisy wanted to know, he decided to hold nothing back. He wanted her to see the real Edward. Edward also hoped Daisy to know more about him. Maybe when she knew about his past, she wouldn't judge him; maybe she would understand that he hid himself