My face disappeared. In the bathroom mirror, I looked wrinkled. In the closet mirror, my skin was smooth. In the make-up mirror - dark circles. In the rear-view mirror, my eyes were bright. Did I fall through the looking glass? Which reflection was real?
The day I skyped my sister, Michelle, her face filled my computer screen. The expressions that danced across it were mine. Our hairlines matched. Our noses, too. When she laughed, I saw my teeth. (She laughed a lot that day and so did I.)
There's my face. Michelle's been wearing it. It's beautiful.
The day I skyped my sister, Michelle, her face filled my computer screen. The expressions that danced across it were mine. Our hairlines matched. Our noses, too. When she laughed, I saw my teeth. (She laughed a lot that day and so did I.)
There's my face. Michelle's been wearing it. It's beautiful.