Do I hero-worship my father so much to believe all these years that his success in Malaysia was due to luck and acute business acumen? I think I wanted to believe it so much because I wanted this one man in my life to be on a pedestal.
But the truth is: He has many offshore accounts that his less-than-perfect dealings in Malaysia go into. His "golden handshakes".
I don't blame him. (After all, I have useless male and female siblings in Malaysia who live off the fat of the land, so to speak. Someone's gotta feed them and put their kids and spouses through university, innit?)
But I am disgusted.
So - I avoided KL like the plague and spent most of my time in Singapore where some of my husband's family is.