Please Love Me, Mr. George

She sighed again, “Lord Freddy believed that a kind-hearted and positive girl like you could shape him with goodness if you two spent enough time together. But now both of you make such a mess! Whatever. Your life with him still goes on.”

I could tell Nanny Daisy said so out of her good concern with us. I patted on her hands to say, “Daisy, shaping another person is a horrible thing. I will never try to change his personality. Nor can I. Perhaps it has been destined. But from now on I will learn to control myself and avoid quarreling with him. Don’t worry about that.”

Tears seemed to well up a bit in her eyes. She slightly shook her head, “Both of you are still young. Just remember cherish the days you have spent together. While you are aging, I don’t want you to regret failing the one whom you should stay with or abandoning the love half way you should continue when you look back at an old age. Of course, our lives partly consist of regret. But don’t let it grow more enough to overwhelm yourself.”

I nodded, but having no idea how to reply. Actually, there was no terrible gap between Dennis and me. Perhaps it was the trifles that annoyed both of us. But when I found no way to vent out nor to make it clear while they were piling up, I would get myself deeply trapped.

“Daisy, thank you!” she had a clear understanding about my marriage with Dennis, holding hopes that we could continue with happiness. She did all these out of her kind heart.

She sighed as she seemed to notice that I found it hard to fully take in her advice, “What a stubborn girl!”

I smiled and nodded, “You’re right about that.”

She paused and added, sounding a bit upset, “But I can tell you mean everything to him. And you are the same to this point. You do care about him as well. But why don’t both of you let go of dissension?”

“Daisy, are you still cooking something in the kitchen?” I suddenly interrupted.

She stopped and sniffed. She paused for a second and stood up to exclaim, “Oh! It’s the soup for Mr. George!”

While saying, she hurried downstairs.

I stayed on the sofa still, blankly staring at the soup. As I was born and raised in a humble environment, barely could I feel much love.

alone love, which I was clumsy about. And never had

me and tended me with care and warmth, which I defined as

in front of me, whom I defined

to protect me by my side,

me during the past two years, which was so scanty that I found it hard to

want to fool myself

Olivia while his coldness to me. But it didn’t mean that I would fool myself to

still failed to fall asleep as I had been used to

huge bed, alone, feeling horribly empty. The

rain came

clock on the wall. Now it was 1:00 AM. I was so distraught that I decided to get up and stood on the balcony with pajamas only. Because I got myself wet all over in rain last time, Dennis had the balcony rebuilt. Now the rain was shielded away outside the balcony. I could only feel the chill wind blew. Distraught still, I was getting annoyed. So I walked downstairs

harsh

over. The rain didn’t feel cold. What was more, I felt cool under the rain. Driven by

needed time to vent out. Thanks to the

opened an umbrella, hurried over to

the umbrella and ran back to the parlor. When she walked into the yard again, she came with raincoat. She put it on me and comforted, “Clara, stop making yourself suffer. Please, if you show no care about your own, think about the baby.

she said. I squatted still

didn’t chill much, as a pregnant lady, I started to feel sick and dizzy after staying in the rain

Nanny Daisy said surprisedly, “Mr. George,

suit, walking to me with his sulky and merely cold

held my up