Do I know?

Ever since I was five, He's been telling me I'm a disgrace. He's been telling me I'm a waste of space. He's been telling me how He's ashamed of saying He's related to me. He's told me how the only reason He puts up with me is because I'm His son's daughter. He's told me how that's the only reason He even looks at me twice.

Thirteen years and I still don't know what it is about me that He can't stand. 

I tried doing everything possible.

I tried talking to Him. I tried making Him interested in my life. I tried being interested in His.

I achieved what seemed to matter to him most; academic excellence.

He holds creativity workshops, so I made things, lots of things. I invented a working lego gun. I painted and painted and drew and drew. I wrote. 

He is a scientist. I experimented with anything and everything I could think of. I was curious about things.

I tried finding something we were both passionate about. Something that would connect us.

I tried.

But now, He treats me like a disease. He never talks to me. When I pass by Him, He flinches. I just made things worse.

I can't talk to anyone about it.

Basically, I'm leaving in two months, and with me any chance of salvaging our relationship will leave too and I don't know what to do.