And anyway, modeling wasn't for me. I'm too short. I've got a big butt. It wasn't going to happen.
My father was a man of love. He always loved me to death. He worked hard in the fields, but my father never hit me. Never. I don't ever remember a really cross, unkind word from my father.
I don't remember anybody's name. How do you think the 'dahling' thing got started?