My Mother’s Daughter

Grieving the loss of my mother twice.

Taylor Garland
Aug 31, 2018 · 6 min read
Photo by Caroline Hernandez on Unsplash

It was the longest I’ve ever held my own gaze, studying every line around my eyelids, searching for recognition of my mother in the intricate lines of my features. Maybe if I found her in my reflection it would confirm my suspicions. Then I’d have someone to blame.

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