There are parts of me, like my hands, that remind me of my mother.
And parts of me, like my smile, that remind me of my father.
They are both gone now and I miss them. I’m glad that I have parts of them with me always.
On another note, see how I have no pictures with my mother? So for all you out there that refuse to have your picture taken, please rethink that.
This post is in response to: http://acrossthebored.com/2014/10/15/the-big-5-who-do-you-resemble/