You have had a fascination with all things Chinese since you were an itty-bitty. We've had Chinese themed birthday parties twice, the most memorable when your birthday fell on Chinese New Year's. You almost always choose the Chinese restaurant for dates with Daddy. We've checked books out of the library so you could learn Mandarin, and your dress up trunk as a little girl held all manner of Chinese clothes and embroidered silk "flats". Your dreams right now involve nursing school in China, too.
Fortune cookies, although not technically from China, are a particular favorite. You read your "fortune" in a mysterious voice and wiggle your eyebrows in pleasure. The slim strip is then flipped over and you slowly read your lucky numbers. You are well aware that neither side holds any real significance, but you still thrill every time you crack open the crisp lemon-scented cookie.
My "magic numbers" are far more mundane.
