This chapter is in Camilla's POV:
To be honest I've no clue what happened to me. I suddenly felt so emotional that I cried in front of Damian. Looking back it was such an embarrassing matter. But back then Damian said nothing and let me cry as I wished. Usually, I hate it when someone sees me cry so likewise I made sure nobody saw me cry although they could hear me. I've gotten used to crying without sound but this body hasn't. Hopefully, I won't have to learn.
I didn't realise before Damian told me that he thought I was crying over a dead friend who was from the orphanage. Well, it wasn't. I was crying because of my mum. She taught me how to make a daisy chain. She taught me everything she could before she passed away. I missed her and Dad but her mostly. Which was why I cried.
We weren't like normal mothers and daughters. Our relationship was more like best friends. It was a relationship everyone envied mostly my cousins because my mum would never force me to do anything, she wanted me to get good grades but I was never forced to do it. Yet she showed me a way to allow me to get interested in stuff. I learnt how to play the piano, flute and violin because back then I wanted to be a music teacher. My mum loved watching me play instruments, she believed that I was truly musically gifted. After they both died I sold all of my instruments and it's been so long since I touched one. If I were to see my mum again, I might consider picking up the instruments considering this country has musical instruments.
I wasn't that close to Dad because he was always so strict with me. It was not until his death that I read his journal did I finally knew why. Before I was born, my father had promised my mother that he would be the strict father and she could be the relaxed parent. In his journal, he stated how he wished to get closer to me. Even when he attempted to, I would shyly distance myself. Perhaps the younger me was quite terrified of him. Actually, I was. I guess I had a chance to meet him again. I'll hug him tight and wish to spend time with him.
Just as these thoughts were in my head I cried harder however I soon removed myself from Damian's chest and walked to the little stream. I was splashing my face with water until my eyes were no longer puffy. I had not allowed anyone to see my face. I hated it. The face would usually be filled with sympathy. It was the worst, especially during my parents' funeral. Everyone would look at me with pitiful expressions. It was the worst expressions ever.