When I was a baby, my dad, Edward and my mom Bella separated. I was born out of wedlock, and my dad never visited me very often. The first real memory I have of Edward is when I was 12 years old and attending my brothers Mick's funeral. He tried to explain to me why he left, but I didn't really want to hear about it. Then a couple of months later, my other brother, Christopher got married, and I saw Edward again. I didn't even hear from him again, until the day I turned 18.
On my 18th birthday, my brother and I went to New York City for a day trip. He has travelled all around the US., but had never been to New York surprisingly. Neither had I, and we thought that it would be a perfect opportunity for us to spend some time together, and on my 18th birthday never the less! When we got back to my house that night, there were some flowers waiting on my desk for me from my biological father, Edward. My mom and step father were not too happy about this, but did encourage me to make contact with him if I wanted to. I ended up doing just that, and over the months, we would talk on the phone.
In April, my grandmother was in the hospital and Edward came up from Virginia to take me and my brother out for dinner one night while he was visiting his mother. We got along so well that Christopher decided to take me to Virginia one weekend to visit.