Look a little closer: what do you see?
You see hazel eyes with flecks of brown just like your mother’s.
You see rosy lips with two sharp peaks that curve into a smile.
You see blonde lashes that curl into the light.
You see the chicken pox scar on your torso that winks white against your skin.
You see a mole in the very centre of your left hand.
This is your reflection. It belongs to you.
(It belongs to me.)