My father was obsessed with money. When he was not working on the production line of the Vauxhall car factory, this Pakistani-born first generation immigrant would pore through the pages of the Financial Times in search of tips and insights that might help him make his fortune. He wished for money because to him it equated with respect, status and security — all things he lacked but craved.
My dad dreamt of amassing riches that he could pass down to his grateful children so when he died, a few days before my 24th birthday, we were stunned to learn that he had left us a considerable sum. Unfortunately, this was not money he had saved — it was money he owed. He dreamt of amassing a great fortune but sadly dad didn’t leave us a penny.
