Not sure if it’s because I didn’t have a satisfying childhood, or even teenage years. Not only my family moved across the continent twice during my childhood. My father was an old school entrepreneur who believed in long and hard working days with no breaks, no vacations. “This is a family business and you will run it when you grow up!” He always said. Although I tried to tell myself that I should be proud of my family and not every father have “balls” to do this, I secretly wished to be just a girl. A girl that wears pretty summer dresses and skips town on the weekend with her friends or shops for fresh grocery at local farmers market with her mom. But I was raised to be like a boy, at least my dad always said that. So here I am, at age close to 30, I finally have a say, and this is the girl I always wished I was, an innocent face with a touch of girly silliness and unyielding confidence just to be.