Resembling Mom in Time

Photo from womenesi.com
Photo from womenesi.com

When I figure out in time I start to resemble my mom more, it makes me smile. The habits of culture and time, and acts and gestures of a beloved one start to find their reflections in my acts and habits. It is like remembering… As if my body and mind coordinate to find their roots and home imitating my mother’s movements. Her looks, her gaze, her reactions become mine.

I miss you mom and I love everything which reminds me of you.

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