When I was born my mother had already given birth to five sons, but four of them did not survive. My fate was sealed by my father at primary school age: he insisted on dressing and raising me as a son. And I liked the independence.When I was 18 years old my father died and on his deathbed he gave me the choice: to continue living like a man or to live as a woman. I decided to continue living as a man and support the family.  Now that I am older, I don`t think it was good. I do have feelings and I think about how it would be like if I would have had a son or a daughter.