They divorced before I was born. My father went abroad and could not come back because he was caught up on criminal law. Initially, the purpose of the divorce is to avoid legislative trouble that would bring the whole family into chaos. It was, in fact, done for the best of the family. As a result, my mother raised me in Taiwan, alone. But later, my father had an affair.
Since the discovery, our family has been full of misfortunes. Mom started to drink heavily, was sick soon. She waited for dad to come back until the last minute of her life, longing for the home we once had. In fact, I didn’t know any of these until mom told me before she died. I was furious, as no one except me ever condemned my father for his wrongdoing. Despite my anger, I couldn't really hate him or blame him... because after all, he was still my father.