I Don’t Want My Face Anymore

An UnChristmas dinner proved how little that’s changed in 18 years

Photo by Anthony Shkraba from Pexels

There are moments in life you remember as clearly as looking at your mirror reflection. In this case, looking into my grandmother’s bathroom mirror was the very conduit needed to see my 18-year old memories stare back at me.




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