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Paris in spring
Author: Ashma out of print
chapter one
Updated at 2011-10-1218: 42: 45 words: 4034.
I have a city with the same name as the most prosperous and fashionable city in the world. Not new york, not London, not Dubai, but romantic Paris.
My father is from China and my mother is French. I'm a French-Chinese hybrid. My five senses are not exquisite but I inherited my mother's exquisite beauty. My eyes are black and blue, and I have long chestnut hair, which is naturally curly and thick. My skin is not white or yellow, a little wheat-colored. I am petite and not tall. I am very grateful to my parents for giving me a good appearance inheritance.
My parents' wedding is a traditional Chinese wedding. When I got married, my mother was pregnant for two months. My name was taken on the night of their wedding. My father said he hoped I could fill my mother's longing for marrying abroad. So he named me Paris. We settled in America.
My family is very harmonious. My father is the design director of a clothing company, and my mother is also opening a clothing store. Of course, the clothes were designed by her husband and wife. The name of the clothing brand is Paris, and it is still Paris. Because they love me very much, they want to put everything that belongs to them under the same name as me.
As we all know, foreign education always puts the independent life of children as adults in the first place, and my parents are no exception. This is still passed down very well. On my 20th birthday, my mother prepared a table of French food for me, and my father specially designed a cake for me. Besides the patterns of clothes and shoes, there are more books piled on the cake. On the chocolate card of the cake, it clearly says "fly to Paris" with butter and jam. I know what this means. Yes, as you think, my parents want me to leave home, fly independently and do …