Looking in the mirror

I remember seeing myself in the mirror of my parents' closet in their bedroom. My mother is standing to the right of me and is wearing something beige/pastel pink.

I could already stand up, but I'm not sure if I could walk. Maybe that is why she was standing right next to me. I'm wearing an overall with green/white/red stripes and am unsure of what to think of the person I'm seeing in the mirror.

I did not realize i was seeing myself. and as I remembered this for the first time, I suddenly felt the grief I was feeling once I learnt that this person I had seen so often and had formed an attachment to, was in reality me and not an external person. That was something I had to chew on and learn to accept. This memory just recently came back to me.

Posted By: Eva K
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