When I was twelve years old, my father didn’t talk to the entire family and avoided us for one year. He was under a lot of pressure and his youngest brother chose to leave my father’s company when my father really needed him. He was heart-broken. It was a really hard time for my mom and sister, but I think it shapes who I am today.
At first, the dinner table was always silent since my father never ate dinner with us in that one year. He also didn’t engage in any family activities – my mother, sister and I dragged ourselves to my grandmother’s birthday, my family’s new year