Sounds like something hard for a kid to grow up with.

(Cloud shook his head, scattering snow and sighed, fingers ruffling the drooping spikes. His father trailed behind them, still crying, but for what reason Cloud didn't want to find out. There were too many reasons in his own mind for him to wish to know.)

I never knew my father. Mom said he was a good man, but the others... (He raised a shoulder in a shrug, pretty much referring that they saw that as another defect of Cloud's character - the town's troublemaker and one weird kid.)