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I had a fantastic father, Jack Sharp, and I will always carry him in my heart as my father.

My father served in the Royal Scots Fusiliers for many years.

I met my birth mother as an adult, but she was always quite vague about my birth father. I knew he had been married to someone else, that he'd had children, but that was about it.

My father was the head of the gang in the area I grew up in, but we lived in like a wooden hut with a zinc roof. We didn't have much, but everyone around you was in the same situation, so as a kid you didn't feel it. My next-door neighbour was in the same situation and so was the guy down the road.

My father walked out on us when I was three months old, and my mum, well, she wasn't the driven sort.

I come from a family of servants. My father's father was a servant, and my father's father's father was a slave.

My stepdad didn't have a father growing up, so he didn't know how to have a father-son style conversation. Plus, we had a tense relationship in which he never really offered me advice.

I feel fortunate to have a huge family that is beyond race, creed, culture, and have a Father who shepherds us all. When I think about that, my mind is blown.

Faith is not about serving some tyrant in the sky that says, 'You need to get your act together.' Faith is about having a loving father who says, 'Hey, listen... I'm here with you. I'm going to hold your hand. Just rock with me.'

My father is passionately Welsh, he had it drilled into him as a kid. They're very proud of their flag and their rugby team and their singing.

My parents and I entered the U.S. legally, but when it was time for our visa extension, we were turned down. Returning to China meant imprisonment for my father and persecution for my family. We were days from being forced to live here illegally when we were granted political asylum. Other families are not so lucky.

My mother cleaned hotel rooms and worked in a video store. My father delivered newspapers and washed dishes in restaurants.

In December of 1990, just before my eighth birthday, I left China for the United States. My father was a political dissident, and after he was released from prison, we joined my mother in a little town in the mountains of Utah. It was quite a change from my hometown of Shanghai, a city of 25 million people.

My father was stationed in Italy in the military. I had no one to feed me what was cool, so I was into Guns N' Roses and New Kids on the Block and MC Hammer and a lot of '80s hair bands. But I was never into Motley Crue, they never stuck with me.

Some people think my father was a spy, because of working for that government agency in Vietnam, but he can't find his car keys, much less keep a national secret.

It's an incredible opportunity to work alongside my father. We have the same ambitions, the same vision.

My relationship with my father is fine. Every relationship has its ups and downs because bad things happen in all relationships. But for me, I can only write about what I'm feeling in the moment and something that actually happened to me.

My father opened a restaurant. It's so amazing... it's so freaking delicious, but I'm telling you I gain five pounds every time I go in there.

I'm from a musical family. My father, Pashupati Bhattacharjee, was a great classical singer. My mother, sister, everybody was in music, and I grew up in music.

My father passing really, in many ways, was a gift: It made me look at my own happiness and sense of self and realize that I wasn't happy. I had checked all these boxes and achieved all this stuff that I thought made you happy. And I was miserable.

I mean, my father was killed when I was six. And I only have tiny, tiny flashes of memory.