Honestly, had I not given birth to my daughter, I would have pegged her as someone else’s child.

I mean seriously.  Aside from her pin straight brown hair (which is just like her father’s) and biting sarcasm, we really have little in common.  At least not when it comes to being little girls.

Growing up, I only had an older brother.  So deflecting WWE body slams and figure-fours was a matter of survival.

I hiked up his hand-me-down blue striped tube socks, and along with my unisex bowl cut and only-Asian girl status,  kids at school were not nice.  Good thing I knew how to pin someone down for a 10 second count.

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