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Even in the week of his passing, my father taught me new lessons
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SINGAPORE - For an honest man with perfect eyesight my father was a beautiful liar. He'd look at me, gangly, chin-less, awkward, 14, and then at my two slightly more becoming brothers and proclaim like a judge:
"You are my handsomest son."
