what will my Dad say if he finds out that I don't watch boxing, I actually do it.
Sundays are my Dad's "lose-the-remote-I'm-watching-nothing-but-boxing-on-TV" day. I wonder when he started to become such a big fan. Maybe the Pacman's successes on the ring contributed to his devotion to the sport.
Sometimes I'm tempted to tell him I'm good at it and it's just one of the disciplines incorporated in the martial arts I practice. But then again, I don't like to disabuse him of the notion that I'm still a "girl". If there's one thing I'm pretty sure about my dad, he tends to see things in his own shades of black and white.
I think there's just some things better left unsaid. I get enough labels as it is.
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