I am reflected in my mother. She gave me life and a lot of my personality. She instilled in me the love of reading that has served me well all these years. She always put me ahead of herself and always gave me opportunities to be me.

I am reflected in my daughter. She loves me with an inimitable love. She enjoys my love of reading, passed down through the generations. She looks like me at certain times and in the particular way she acts. She shares my walk, and cadence of speech.

But unlike a mirror, these reflections don’t show me back to myself. They instead give me perspective of the past, the present, and the future. And of love.



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