Mark Choo
“The best memory of my dad Fred Choo is when I was back in school and a few of my friends and I decided to go cycling with my mum and my dad around Damansara Heights. I vividly remember at one point, hearing my name being called “Mark, look at me, no hands” and when I looked behind me, he had both his hands up and waving in the air. This made my friends and I laugh until dad almost fell into a drain.
It's something I recall easily because those are the rare times when my dad has let his guard down from his everyday serious business façade and I get to see a side of him which I see in my brother Brian and myself, that is we all love to make people around us laugh or smile.”
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