Many people are really fond of Dindin that whenever we go out as a family, there are many people talking to her and just praising her. At SM, many of the sales personnel know her, in the toys section, the children’s accessories section…and…would you believe, the cosmetics section. And the girls there would gladly offer her trial makeup. Dindin just loves these times.
But if her Papa is not around, I would often be asked the question, “Is she Chinese?” or “Are her parents Chinese?” in Ilonggo, of course, and then I would just say, “Her Papa is.” Dindin’s Chinese mestiza beauty must pretty striking that people would notice her. And well, of course, they are probably thinking that I am the yaya. hahaha And before you say that maybe I am mistaken, one person went to the point of really calling me the yaya.
When I was watching over Dindin at the store, a salesman interacted with her. I just let them and eventually, he said, “Go to yaya na” referring to me. mwahahaha Well of course, not looking as Chinese as my mother and wearing puruntong shorts at the store got me that. mwahaha While it may be rude to assume that just because I am a Filipina, it is just worse because I just dress up in house clothes most of the time. Oh well. hahaha I just find that funny. And what I find funnier is the looks on the faces of people who eventually realize that I am the mother! mwahahaha I get evil satisfaction in that. hahahaha
I really don’t mind that. I have not been very queasy about how I look and how other people perceive me, so that’s fine. Just sharing that…well…it happens. LOL
Whenever we are together, Dindin would say, “Papa, Mama, and Dindin.” But for others who do not know us, then they are probably thinking, “Papa, Chinese Baby, and Yaya.” mwahahaha