Last Wednesday I invited my friend Ivy to a movie premiere along with my brother and his girlfriend (to this day, I still ain't got a clue what her name is). They just met for the first time. When the four of us sat down for dinner, Ivy made an interesting comment.
"You and your brother don't look alike! Maybe a little resemblance around your eyes. That's about it." Ivy commented.
Well, if she thought there's barely any resemblance between me and my brother, then there must be zero likeness between me and my sister.
Today my friend Doug chatted with me over MSN.
"Remember almost 10 years ago I met your cousin when she came to visit you in San Francisco and we went skiing together? She added me to her MSN contacts recently. It took me awhile to figure out who she is!" Doug wrote with excitement.
What cousin? Silly Doug! That was my sister!!! For nearly 10 years, Doug had mistaken my sister as my cousin when he never met the cousin who actually lives in San Francisco now.
When I first returned to Taiwan after being away for years, the front desk staff at our apartment building thought I was the new secretary hired for my dad's company. I walked in and out of the building with my mom all the time and no one ever figured out our relation.
My sister spent one Christmas with me in San Francisco. We went to my favorite clothing store at the time, bebe, to shop for holiday bargains. Every sales girl in the store knew me for quite some time. When my sister was trying on clothes, the girls couldn't believe it when I told them we're related by blood.
"Do you have the same parents?" One airhead popped the unthinkable question!
I can assure you that I am not adopted because I look every bit like my father. What I don't understand is that why is it important to look like your brother & sister? What happens to embracing individuality and originality?
