As the youngest, I wanted to be my father's son and perpetuate the family name.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I wanted to grow up to be just like my father.
I always wanted to be a father. I have a beautiful relationship with my dad and beautiful memories. I always knew I was going to have a family.
I liked the fact that my father had a lot of expectations from my brother. I probably wanted to be that person who he could be proud of.
I would want my legacy to be that I was a great son, father and friend.
I want my children to be proud of their father and to say, 'My father is the best dad in the world.' And I want them to belong to a modern family, and live a path of happiness and calm.
I want to be remembered as a loving, understanding father.
I so desperately wanted to be Mr. Somebody. Instead, I was the little brother, included to a point.
My father wanted a boy. I was supposed to be called Albert. That was probably the beginning of why things got so complicated, because I wasn't a boy.
I took my son's name. I didn't take my husband's name.
I was named after my mother's maiden name.