DAML
I see in the mirror some of my parents traits...ones I do not want to own...I see in my face the same loss of hope they had...and, I without their fortitude, wonder if I will survive.
But, apparently, I do...have so far...survived and grown.
I am not my mother, nor father, nor sisters...I have some of their physical and psychological traits...some which used to make me hate myself...but, as I find more gentleness towards their imperfections...I find more for my own.

Lisa