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I am a daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Lee

Story one: I went to pay for the car parking adminstration fee for my Dad though we don’t have a car, but our house does come with a car space originally….

Me: Hi, I want to pay for the car parking adminstration fee this month. Our car parking space is No. 30.
Administer: Yes, oh you are from Mr. Lee’s house? Where is he now?
Me: Yes. I am a daughter of Mr. Lee. He went for holidays.
Administer: How’s his legs? Did he recover well?
Me: Yes, sure. Thank you for asking!

Story two: I was ringing the door bell of ground floor neighbour….

Mrs Tang: Who are you looking for?
Me: Are you Mrs. Tang? I am a daughter of Mrs. Lee from the top floor. My Mum said she wants to give you a box of mooncake as a gift for Moon Festival. She went for holidays.
Mrs Tang: (being very surprise) Mug Kum Hak Hei Ah! (in Cantonese, it means, you shouldn’t do that in polite way)
Me: It’s fine. It’s our pleasure.

It’s the first time to introduce myself to our neighbours as a daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Lee. I guess our neighbours don’t actually recognise me. When they saw me, they couldn’t figure out who I am. They usually recognise my sister as my sister has been living in this area longer than me. I was always in overseas. I reckon that my parents do have very good relationship with our neighbours. My Dad didn’t even go out when his legs were not well, but our neighbours did know his status well. Mrs. Tang has been a very good neighbour, so my Mum is being thoughtful by giving her a box of mooncake for gift. Moon Festival is very meaningful. It’s not just about the utility of family, is also about being thoughtful towards the people you care about.

2 Comments so far

  1. Jumpcut 2006 October 6th 5:39 am

    Nice stories. We are all sons and daughters and, as you do, take pride in our roots.

  2. Joyce 2006 October 7th 12:17 am

    Thank you! :-)

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