My father, Franklin Camden, rarely acknowledged my achievements while I was growing up.
Much of his attention and encouragement was directed toward my brothers, Colton and Derek.
As a child, I would spend hours making Father’s Day gifts by hand, hoping he would notice the care behind them. More often than not, my efforts passed quietly while my brothers’ gifts, accomplishments, and interests became the center of the celebration.
He proudly attended their sporting events, celebrated their milestones, and supported expensive family trips with enthusiasm.
When I earned top grades or secured an accounting internship, the response was usually brief before the conversation moved elsewhere.
Years later, during a Thanksgiving dinner, I excitedly shared that I had launched a software startup.
Within moments, the conversation shifted to one of my brother’s real estate ventures.
That evening, I stopped waiting for recognition that might never come.