I STILL LOVE YOU

Chapter 3~Child of a Money Hungry, Prideful Country

                                                                              ( EDITH POV) 

      Edith was always observant.

      Because of her quiet nature around those she didn't know, she just looked around and observed.

      Maybe that's why she knew her daddy so well. She observed him so many times that despite being six years old—and two months, thank you very much—she knew basically everything about her daddy.

      Every since day one, it's been Edith and daddy against the world. Even when her mommy was around. But she was gone now and she didn't want to talk about it. She hated thinking about it too. Sometimes she woke up gasping for air, feeling like she was alone again. Those were the nights the six year old would run into daddy's room and fling herself into his bed. He'd hold her and start singing to her until she felt safe and fell back asleep.

      Daddy always sang to her, or told funny jokes to make her laugh. It made her comfortable to hear music, all kinds. But she preferred rock music, banging her head back and forth to the beat of the music as daddy joined in. Until his glasses flew from his face and she'd be in stitches with laughter.

      Yeah, she looked up to her daddy. Literally and figuratively. That man was a damn giant next to her.

      Because of Edith's natural born observance skills, she noticed how strange her daddy acted around Mister Eddie. It reminded her of how the boys acted around girls in the movies she watched dozens of times with daddy.

      But Mister Eddie wasn't a girl. He was a boy.

      Eh, oh well. That rule still applies anyway.

      Her daddy seemed different around Mister Eddie, even when Edith asked about them. They were friends for a long time. But there seemed to be something a little more in there.

      And the curly-haired girl was determined as hell to figure out what else lurked there.

      Because when she wanted something, she always got it.

      A few days passed and Edith didn't see Mister Eddie. They had gone to the park almost every day after school, but still no sign of the nice man who helped her find her daddy. But she wouldn't give up, not just yet.

      Saturday rolled around and the little girl could practically smell freedom in the air. She hated school and basically everyone in it. She didn't have any friends, but she wouldn't let that bother her. She had an amazing daddy and that's what mattered.

      "DADDY!" Edith screeched before launching herself on top of her father, whom was still sleeping in bed. He groaned, trying to roll over but was unable to because of the energetic toddler on top of him.

      "Kid, it's Saturday. You don't have school." Her daddy grumbled, managing to grab his pillow with one hand and pushing it against his face.

      "Uh huh! And I let you sleep in! It's 6:42 and I'm hungry and bored!" She whined, lying down completely on top of him on her back, sprawling her limbs like a starfish.

      Her daddy grumbled something into his pillow, something the little girl couldn't quite catch but was fairly certain that they were a string of curse words. "Gimme an hour."

      "But I'm boooooooored!" She drew out the word loudly before her father suddenly rolled over and began tickling her sides. Edith erupted into a fit of high pitched laughter, squirming and kicking her legs before her father finally granted her mercy but kept an arm around her.