Seeing My Mother

Often these days, I stop in front of mirror and look at my reflection a rapt concentration, it’s her or me smiling back at myself

There are moments when I pass that tall mirro in my daughter’s room and I feel, “oh mumma, you…” to realise it’s my reflection not my mother.

Perhaps some day, my little girl may also find a part of me reflected in herself.

The life comes full circle.


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