How My Bathroom Mirror Lies To Me
And why I don’t care — Prompt #3
Mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the most wrinkled of us all?
I remember when my mother finally gave in to undergo cataract surgery. “Why didn’t anyone tell me I had so many wrinkles?” she asked in amazement upon gazing in a mirror. Always a beauty, mom had been blissfully ignorant of what time, cigarette smoke and genetics did to her face. Is…