Favorite daughter

January 27, 2007

Back home, our family don’t eat together. One is always going
And leaving , or sleeping , or is not hungry enough…
So as expected, I always end up eating alone .
I would end up taking my food to where the maids eat and eat with them
And joke around and tease one of the maids to a male help.

Many times, father would catch me eat with them, and the room would
stand still, but I would see something in father’s face each time, he is
proud of me, he knows I can mingle with these people, compared to my two
other sisters who deals with the maids the aristocratic way.

 
And people say I’m his favorite daughter.