Each day I pass the picture on the wall and I see the stranger staring back at me I wonder if she even cares at all cold blue eyes glare at me intently as if tying to find out who “I really am and I cant help but stop and stare back at her who is this person that is in the picture why does she look so familar there is something about her eyes that I can’t seem to ignore once long ago she was here I know I can feel it in her stare she knows me and she might have even cared for me once when I was a little girl she held me close I can smell the scent of her, I think it was ivory soap she use to tell me stories about a princess with cinnamon skin and eyes the color of the sea infact this stranger looks a bit like me everyday I pass the picture on the wall and see the stranger staring back at me It's coming back to me now I know who she is she's the mother that I never knew at allBirth sign: Aries
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