


Has the laughing subsided? Okay....first I will concede that there is a "slight" resemblance but mainly because 1) we're both Chinese - and you know how indistinguishable we all are - and 2) we are standing with the same body language. Her dress is prettier (I am in my p.j's) and her hair has ribbons in it, but I hope that my nifty pink, acrylic fur-topped booties don't escape your notice. Even at age three I'm endeavoring to be a "Glamour 'Do'"!! And even though the subtitle of the book is "The True Story of an Unwanted Daughter," my expression is most definitely NOT one of feeling unloved. It's more likely an expression of "will-you-quit-taking-my-picture-all-the-time?" See, as Asians, we're *required* to capture every waking minute of our children on film. Annoying but true....and my parents were very fond of their Kodak Instamatic.
So, no Cinderella here -- but I wouldn't turn away a Fairy Godmother.
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