An SMS went out to my father this morning stating that I am ill. The SMS did not come from me but from someone who has authority to verify that I am ill. He must have forwarded the SMS to my elder sister who in turn SMS things like, “Don’t disturb my father. I love my father, you only love him for his money.”
Hello?
First of all, I have never asked him for money for any of my business ventures like some people did that in the end failed, amounting to either close to a million Ringgit, or actually surpassed that.
I was never given a piece of land on a hill at Damansara Heights that was sold together with the bungalow built on it.
I have never asked for my father’s help, or that of his acquaintances, for a reduction in traffic summonses, let alone for contracts with Genting or Petronas or Maxis or the Independent Power Producers.
I never asked for money for any of my children who want to take up Commercial Pilot’s License, or study in Melbourne, or ask for my son to be bought an apartment for him to stay in in Melbourne.
When my father invested in the company I worked for, I advised him against doing so, but he did it anyway.
But everyone came to my house when I showered them with gifts…and kind words were in abundance ad nauseam.
Where was everyone when I underwent surgery?
Where was everyone when I lie alone in the Intensive Care Unit, my life on a limb?
Where?
When my younger brother was down and out, did I abandon him?
When my younger sister had a fallout with my parents did I not bring her back to the family for them to patch up?
Who kept me out from knowing that my father is also ill? Wasn’t it my elder sister who told people to keep that knowledge away from me?
Who wants his money now?
Me?
When I worked for Malaysia Airlines, I found the job myself.
When I joined the Air Force, I went through the interview myself. I got all my promotions on my own merit. I passed all my promotional exams. I excelled. I was a rising star. But I quit the Air Force to save my marriage (which failed a year later anyway). All the subsequent jobs I had was my of own effort.
The only time I worked for my father was when I was asked to help out. I helped turn that company from having problems to pay RM600++ for repairs to a door frame, to having a monthly turnover in access of RM400K. Then I found irregularities in the accounts that pointed to pilferages done by my father’s old time friend. My father never believed me, and to save his friendship, I quit because I thought blood is thicker than water.
Obviously this family defies that logic.
I’m out.
I don’t care if no one wants to talk to me.
My heart will just grow cold and colder as each day passes.
I was born alone into this world, that is how I shall die.
SeaDemon Says 