I lovely reflection on life.
I don’t recognize the man looking back at me from the mirror….well, kinda I guess.
We stare at each other as if though we may have bumped into one another here or there.
It’s weird how we have the same features, the same mannerisms, the same eyes.
But he is much older than me. A lot more liver spots…
I can’t be more than 18 years old.
High school was only yesterday after all.
I still remember scoring the winning touchdown in the game against Sunray High and what my English homework is.
I hate English Lit.
He just looks so familiar though…
Then, I remembered…
I had just seen him yesterday.
“What are you gawking at?” said the older man, absently running his hand over his beer gut.
“Oh…nothing” says I, looking down at the sink, kind of embarrassed he noticed that I HAD been staring at him.
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