May 23, 2016
People often say we look alike, with a postscript of: But your Mama looks younger than you. Because of course you do. There are many things now that I've gotten used to. Some of them still sting, some of them don't, most of them I can shrug off, many of them are like a distant memory I'm not even sure I remember right. In some places of my memory-scape, you looked at me as if you're genuinely glad that I'm your daughter. There are places I try not to revisit. There are places I keep trying to find again.