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Saturday night.
My sister's trying on several tops to find the perfect one for her gimmick tonight. I'm settled in bed, eyeglasses on and covers drawn, with a book.
She comes out of the banyo, stands at our doorway and asks me what I think of her top.
I turn my head to her, consider what she has on and tell her "ok lang".
She laughs and says "Sometimes you really look like dad".
Before I can react, she continues, "You turn your head, one eyebrow's raised like you're thinking, 'Who's bothering me?'"
I laugh out loud.
I never thought I had similarities with my parents in appearance and much less in behavior. Now that I learn I do, it's actually comforting.
My sister's trying on several tops to find the perfect one for her gimmick tonight. I'm settled in bed, eyeglasses on and covers drawn, with a book.
She comes out of the banyo, stands at our doorway and asks me what I think of her top.
I turn my head to her, consider what she has on and tell her "ok lang".
She laughs and says "Sometimes you really look like dad".
Before I can react, she continues, "You turn your head, one eyebrow's raised like you're thinking, 'Who's bothering me?'"
I laugh out loud.
I never thought I had similarities with my parents in appearance and much less in behavior. Now that I learn I do, it's actually comforting.