Wednesday, 21 July 2004

no milkman's daughter

I spend two hours of my day on the train whenever I work. I always look out the window and daydream on the way to work, and I fall asleep on the way back. I daydream about everything. I wonder and question the unquestionable. Like how it's not fair that my brother and sister are both tall and slim, while I'm kind of petite and "meaty." (I know I'm not fat, but I'm meaty!) WHY? As a little girl, I always thought I was different because my brother and sister looked identical. People used to think they were twins. They both had my dad's features, and I... I was the milkman's daughter with different features.

Fortunately, as I got older, my sister and I started to look alike. I was becoming a smaller version of her. Some people still think that my sister and I look the same, while others believe that we're not at all related. I was also told that I've inherited my great-grandmother's attributes, so I'm very much my father's daughter. No milkman's daughter here, no siree! And that blew the stereotype out the window.