I am almost convinced that my dad either has 3 bank accounts spread across the world, a side job that no one knows about – *queue in detective mode, mum*, or a magical power that allows him to save every penny he earns, and still ALWAYS find a way to make ends meet, financially. So often, when I am sitting in the living room during our ritual ‘family hour’ at 8:30pm every night, my dad will turn around and ask me, “How much money have you saved in your bank account?” Why do you ask, old man? IT’S A TRICK QUESTION, DON’T FALL FOR IT, I tell myself. Why does he care so much about my financial situation? Being the suspicious person I am (I’m not – as a matter of fact, I am wayyy too trusting), I went to the bank to ask whether my dad had access to my accounts, and knew how much I was spending on the daily. Turns out, he didn’t. He was just not utterly oblivious to the fact that I…