I used to look in the mirror and see my father. Now it's my mother who stares back.
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I used to look in the mirror and see my father. Now it's my mother who stares back.
They weren’t Lees with the wave of stitching on the back pocket that the coolest girls wore. But as I checked out my backside in the mirror on my closet door, I didn’t care.
The sink felt cool and solid beneath my shaky hands. I steadied myself over it before looking up into the mirror.
After stumbling across the gangway at Frankfurt during a layover, I’m suddenly in a heart-racing haze at security, an officer observing my disoriented self, swabbing my belongings for “substances.”
Burlap-like irregularities are scattered across my face, foreign invaders in a war they are destined to win, for time is their leader.