One of the worst jobs in the world... is being the son and daughter of Henry Leung.
You'll never win. You'll never be good enough. You'll never be diligent enough...or have enough manners... or ever reach your parents' lofty expectations.
This evening... my daughter belted out the entire National Anthem as if she was singing in front of a capacity crowd at AT&T.
My son... having never been exposed to the English language beyond the weekly Sunday Schools and occasional KQED cartoons can carry on a conversation with any kid at a park.
And even today... the day where I vowed I will NOT come down on them for whatever they did "wrong...".... I still came down on them.
What is it with being a child of mine?
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