| | Working in the fitting room of a retail store really allows you to get to know the people who walk in.
As
a sales associate, it's my job to provide them the best service
possible by creating a welcoming environment and to be attentive to
their needs.
Today, a young boy (about 12 years old) came into the changing room
alone while the rest of his family shopped within the store. Later he
popped his head out of his room hoping to seek for an opinion. I
looked at him and asked:
Me: Hi, are you looking for someone?
Boy: Yes, my mom.
Me: Oh, I can go find her. What does she look like?
Boy: Like me! (...and with his index finger, he proudly pointed to his face. )
I couldn't help but think about my Baba. Growing up, my dad always called me, Bebe or A-Beng. For the longest time, my sister and I thought he called me A-Beng because I kept falling on my head; hence the pronunciation, "A-Bang". 
However, just a few years ago we had discovered that the translation of it really meant, carbon copy. Well, sorta, it's missing another Chinese character to fully complete the meaning.
My
dad and I are very similar in looks and personality. I looked so much
like him when I was little. The only difference was the fact that I
was a girl. Ya, I was a pretty ugly baby...not to say that my dad is
ugly! Haha...but ya, I wasn't exactly the kid you would call, Princess. 
Anyhoo, there are many similar traits my dad and I share:
the way we
eat; the amount we eat  ; sleep (or lack of); drive (crazy road rage...and just plain crazy), talk, think, act,
and do.
There are many times where I find it hard to get along with my
dad...many many times.  But I know that it's probably because he and
I are pretty much the same person. At the same time, I'm very proud of who he has become and I'm proud to be
his daughter.
He is my Baba and I am his Bebe.
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| | Posted 6/27/2008 2:35 AM - 43 Views - 4 eProps - 2 comments
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