The last memory I have with my father was listening to him while he was talking to me weakly on his deathbed, his face still showing a genuine smile as if everything is going to turn out fine. My father gave me everything he could when it comes to love, attention and feeling of safety. He even made up for the part that my mother should be giving too.
As to why I wasn't being attended to by my mother, I was the third son in my family out of 4 children. It doesn't help the fact that I am born male and that my father was only a commoner with no proper title in the household. He was only taken in as a concubine and not an official husband because of his rank.
