One fine day, the security uncle working for our condo, pointed at Laetitia and asked, "Is she Korean?" I smiled and replied, "No."
The security uncle then asked, "Are you Korean?" I shook my head, "No."
He was not giving up, "Then is her father Korean?" My jaw dropped. Why must he insist that my daughter has some form of Korean heritage somewhere, somehow.
Speaking in a 101% Singlish, I said, "NO leh! We are Singaporean, Chinese lah!"
Finally, he was convinced; Laetitia is NO Korean.