Oh how I love you so

Had the young Ryle just been this concerned when he saw his family breaking apart? How long had he tried with his small body to negotiate with his father, or to take care of his mother? When was he eventually disappointed until he stopped trying? Did somebody lend him a shoulder? Did somebody pat his head, telling him that he will be fine?

Daisy cupped his face and leaned in towards him. She pressed a soft kiss on his forehead, ''Let's stop fighting. I don't want to not be on talking terms with you.'' 

Yesterday was probably the first time they had such a confrontation and she did not want there to be a second instance of it. 

Ryle was stunned when she suddenly kissed his forehead but her words brought him back to himself, ''When did we ever fight? Can I bear to fight with you?" 

Daisy tilted her head and nodded seriously, ''That's even better. In the future, don't push me away. Don't ask me to leave...'' 

''But...''