I am my mother's child

When I was a little girl....and then a teenager...and then an adult
I used to try and see what I have in common with my mom...
As little girls do


She was the most gorgeous woman
The most stubborn  woman
The strongest woman
The woman with the heart of gold, that was always ready to help someone in need


She was the dancing queen
The life of the party
The hostess most strive to be
The woman that gave her all so everyone else would be happy


And I never saw any similarities until....
My cousin shared this photo with me today
I've never seen it before....and with that 1 photo, that 1 naughty look and smile she has, I knew
I am my mother's child

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