~~MARC~~
Fatherhood started for me at ten. My mom died about a week after my younger sister’s birth. I had to be present for her—I was basically all she had. My Dad didn’t care much about anything, aside from paying the bills or making me feel like a total waste.
There was so much expectations from me. I had to be the perfect son in front of all his high-value friends.
I also had to come out top of my class or face his not-so-empty threat to send me to the military. I didn’t care much about that—I’d have taken the military over being forced into becoming the next CEO of Ashworth Corp. But my sister needed me.
I went to Yale, studied business and statistics, and by some slim miracle, graduated top of my class.
Despite what most people who meet me assume, I didn’t have a 'blissful' time
