"Yes, I am free for an interview tomorrow." Edward replied; a relieved sigh fell from his mouth as he washed the dishes.
"Excellent. I will see you at nine a.m. tomorrow then." The man said cheerfully on the other end of the phone.
Maybe his luck was turning around.
Braelynn had been dropped off at Day-Care, basic food shopping had been done, and now he needed to tackle the dirty laundry.
Edward's life had been one struggle after the other, for once he just wished things could be simple and easy.
At the tender age of three days old, he was placed up for adoption. Fortunately he was taking in by the Cullen's. He assumed they were amazing parents, but they had died four years later in a car crash.
Bouncing from foster home to foster home, is how he spent the next fourteen years of his life. And so, Edward became a statistic, he got in with the wrong crowd; he took drugs and stopped going to school.
Now, he was a single dad, raising the most beautiful, sweetest child and played Barbie dolls on a weekly basis.
He owed so much to Braelynn; and he would make sure she never had to struggle with life. Ever.