This is an easy one.
None.
Seriously.
None.
Never received anything that I would consider a “gift” from my father. Any thing that he “gave” to me was always an obligation to keep social services at bay.
My mother was never around. Sure, wasn’t her fault, but that doesn’t change things.
My grandmother gave me the gift of PTSD and alcoholism from the Indian Residential Schools.
Any “gift” that I ever received from anyone else always seemed to come with an extremely high price.
