Some days, I can actually feel my face looking like my father. It's ghostly, even though he's still, you know, alive.
It's no big deal, his sisters look just like him (and me) so it's not like I'm running around looking like a GUY or anything, we both just have big heads, pointy noses, and the same frown, a look we shoot many unsuspecting but deserving victims daily.
When it comes to my personality, I am exactly like both my parents. All those clashing little traits that they throw at each other are the ones I got. I fight with myself about how insensitive I am, and then I tell myself not to be so sensitive.
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