What about me, Father?

WARNING: Contains abuse When I was three years old, my mother died after bandits attacked their carriage and throw them off the cliff. After that, my relationship with my father shattered and he began to ignore me, but despite that, I still cared for my father as he was the only family I have. He never celebrate with me during my birthday, but it was fine. He focused more on his duty than on me. One day, I decided to visit my mother's grave without the maids and the butler knowing, but I still left a note on top of my pillow saying, "I'll be back at noon." I already planned on telling my mother a few stories, but before I even arrived at my mother's grave... I was kidnapped along with other children and was shipped to another country. At the age of 8, I was enslaved, starved, beaten, and overworked. We were badly treated until 8 years later, a Duke from the same country saved us. We worked for him for a few years before I decided to return to my father. But when I returned, I saw a sight that I always longed for... A happy family, having fun with each other's embrace. But father... what about me?