When I look in the mirror not only do I see myself, but I see my mom. NOt standing there next to me, but within me. We are the same people, outgoing, loving, yet oh so complicated. We think the same way, joke the same way, and act the same way. When we talk we understand each other, our problems are so similar it’s scary. I can tell her anything and she can with me. My sister and her don’t have that connection like my mom and I have. They are close, but their connection isn’t the same. My mom is like the sister I wish I had, and I’m the sister my mom never had. Even though I am not my mom and my mom is not me. I am like my mom because she is a part of me.