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<p style="color:#333333;font-weight:normal;font-size:16px;line-height:30px;font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;hyphens:auto;text-align:justify;">My father played an immensely influential role in my childhood. Shortly after I was born, he founded the Taipei Institute of Jurisprudence, published a legal newspaper, and gathered a group of law students who both admired and feared him. Before I even started school, I often accompanied him to his office: first riding a bike from our home, then taking the bus into the city, and finally walking through a long underground passage. The dim corridor was always lined with toys and dolls that drew children’s eyes. With their big round eyes, the dolls seemed to be speaking to me. Each time we passed, I would beg my father to buy me one. Although he loved me dearly and had already given me dolls, the then-popular Knight Rider toy car, and even a fire truck, he eventually realized his wallet was “bleeding” too quickly. He began to resist my pleas, ...