I am my father's daughter.
My mother tells me this all the time. She tells me I inherited his calm, quiet demeanor and rare stubborn temper (when warranted, of course, like the time he got mad because I kept bugging him for a hamster, and I got mad because he kept saying "no"). I have his freakishly long fingers, shy smile, brown eyes and plain hair. I don't mind. Except he's had a growing bald spot on his scalp for as long as I can remember, and that makes me nervous.