I stand there, staring. Peering deeply into the mirror.
But I can't find her.
I see the same brown eyes, but my vision drifts to the crinkles around them.
I see the dimples, but only when I force a smile.
I see thick brown hair, but again my vision drifts. It drifts to the crazy gray ones sticking here and there.
I step back. I scan the whole image.
But she's still missing.
I see a mom. Amelia's mom.
I see a provider of snacks and hugs.
I see a person who spends entirely too much time and energy thinking, worrying about toilet habits.
There? Is a woman who can pack a lunch, a suitcase, or a toy bag in 3 minutes flat.
This reflection? Shows an organized, efficient, dependable person.
Someone who will never let you down.
Someone whose heart may break, but only silently. Never burdening the outside world.
I search the image in the bathroom mirror. I gaze into the hallway mirror. And the car mirror.
The person I see is a good one. A good mom, a loyal wife. A hardworking, respectable employee.
But I miss her.
I try, oh how I try... but I can't find her.
I can't find me.
