My hair is curly. My eyes are light green. My skin is pale.
Because of this (and my leggy build), I always thought I favored my father's side of the family. However, I've spent the past weeks looking through old photos, and suddenly saw what everyone else has been insisting all along; I am nearly a mirror image of my mother. I see her in the curve of my cheek, in the line of my chin and the bump on my nose. I see her in the shape of my eyes and the arc of my lips.
And this is a final gift. Every time I look in the mirror, I see my mother.