A minute past seven, I was called down by Dad for dinner, and on my way downstairs, I met Alvin and Ian walking, hand locked with each other ahead of me.

I followed them behind. I walked with them to the dinner table, Dad was already eating, and I tried to take out a chair for Ian to seat next to me, unfortunately, he wanted nothing more but to sit down on the lap of his dad and eat on the same plate as him.

I didn't like that. And Alvin always did everything to make me fall short in front of my son, held Ian up and made him...