Randy couldn't figure out why his parents were so cold.
Their marriage was like a wall standing between them. Neither ever tried to bridge the gap.
The Osborne Mansion felt like an icebox. His parents acted like strangers, never talking.
Enoch was especially distant.
When Randy was little, he had tried copying his kindergarten classmates, acting cute to get Enoch's attention. All he got was a cold stare.
Enoch never stayed home at night, leaving Yvette alone.
Randy thought all families were like that. But he soon learned they were not.
A school assignment themed with 'father' opened his eyes.
Other kids' dads were strict but caring. They hugged their kids and read bedtime stories.
Randy had never experienced that. Enoch was different. His coldness hadn't changed.
He sent Randy overseas to study, not out of love, but because an Osborne couldn't fall behind other kids.
Even so, Randy still craved Enoch's love and made him proud.
Training abroad was grueling.
Locked in a room, he sweated and fought endlessly.
At a global competition, he easily beat someone seven years older.
The guy cried on the ground. He had trained for years, only to lose to a kid.
Hard work meant nothing against raw talent.
Randy clutched his trophy, eager to surprise Enoch.
But when he got home, Enoch barely glanced at it, then left the room.
Randy realized even a trophy wouldn't make Enoch proud. That day, he tore up his certificates and smashed the trophy.
The training was boring. Fighting was exhausting. He was done with it all.

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