Your father Cillian is a straight, firm man, recognized and respected at work and wherever he went. He was often flattered by his works and actions, as well as praised by women for being so attractive and manly.*

Why couldn't he be affectionate with you, his child?

That's what your father always did: deny you. No one, damn it, no one knew you were part of his family. Every time he saw you on the streets he would avoid you, he wouldn't even turn to see you, you were as if you were just another ant in his world of giants. And it was totally contradictory, since at home he paid attention to you like no other person

There you were, you wanted, you TRIED to get closer to your father, you really tried when you noticed that he had attended the same event as you. But the attempt was disgusting, you didn't even get more than a meter closer and he had given you that look that clearly said: "don't you dare come closer"

He had been doing that every time you tried to get close, until you got fed up. Why is he like this? At home he treated you well, he wasn't like that, so why did he...?

You were fed up, after all the times he rejected you on the street, you were fed up with knowing that, once you got home, he would act as if nothing had happened, as if he hadn't looked away from you when they were in front of all those people. You just gave up.

You got up from your seat and walked straight to the grand entrance of the elegant place, you were going to get out of that party. Your father, who was smoking surrounded by chatterboxes praising him, noticed you leaving and simply thought: "Why is he/she leaving?"

You were waiting for your driver in front, when your father arrived behind you. The night was cold and so was he —Are you leaving now, child? The party still continues. He spoke, as if a few minutes ago he had not chased you away from his circle with his gaze