By Wendy Choy-Chan
My elder daughter will turn seventeen in a few months. “Seventeen” sounds so much more mature, ready to conquer the world than “sixteen.” No longer my little baby. For one, she is taller than me now. She takes (borrows) clothes from my wardrobe — well, those she deems fashionable. She is also driving now (thank God we don’t have an extra car for her!), so she is ready to venture out all by herself, literally. (more…)