Tough Judge
Papa, I got a number 1 ranking, Cici told me as we drove home this evening. She said it nonchalantly. You mean for your flute playing on Saturday, I asked? Yes, she replied, but I don't know how that happened. By her standards, she didn't play that well. Maybe she needed to hear the competition before she judged herself. Or maybe if she had played later in the day, after she was fully awake, she would have felt different about her performance. 
In any event, it is one more little accolade for her. One more mark she has made during her short time in America. One more inspiration for those who might follow in her footsteps. I just hope this is not a bad sign for her audition. Life often gives a good with a bad, and this was an unexpected good.
I am so hungry, Cici continued with our conversation. She and Ping were successful at the driver's license office today, getting her Texas ID issued, but she missed lunch and didn't eat breakfast. Ping and I had stayed at the office working while Cici was doing her school duties, but at least they finished earlier than 9:00 p.m. Ping headed home while I drove to school to get Cici.
So isn't there a McDonalds on the corner of I-10 and Blalock on the other side of the freeway from where we are driving, I asked Cici? I don't know, Papa, she replied. You need to know where all your favorite restaurants are located, I teased her. It turned out I was right, and when we left to head home, Cici asked me why we didn't go the other direction into the neighborhood instead of returning to the freeway. You just proved that you know your way around Houston, I told her. You are correct that we could go through the neighborhood and get to our home.
Just another sign of how Cici and Ping have made Houston their home.
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