gorgeous-fiend-blog:

My father and I…clashed from a very early age. He was always tougher on me than the rest of my brothers, always  expected more yet  was never satisfied.  I can’t fathom  what I could have done to upset him so. My only crime seemed to be that I existed.

I don’t know if he loved me. I think not. He apologized in his dying moments for snatching me  out  of the monastery and burning my books, begging my forgiveness, but I think perhaps he was more concerned with his immortal soul than my peace of mind.