Preface.
Dad has passed.
I received this news through an international mail.
The address written on it was my school’s.
It was written by my mom; she had an imposing handwriting.
The content was actually very simple. Dad’s passing time.
No other details mentioned.
Oh, but she did take the chance to blame me for not having my mobile switched on.
I took my phone out. No missed messages or calls.
I suddenly remembered the phone that I had been using in China. It’s been kept in a drawer at home ever since I moved here.
I wasn’t interested in staying in touch with my family and the reason was simple.
If you had a father worth tens of billions of dollars…
If your father’s photos were all over magazine covers, the Internet, television, and everywhere within the country...
But you’re just a worthless son of his.
