I take off my clothes, piece by piece, and feel relieved with only cold air touching my bare skin. I put both my hands on either side of the sink and take deep breaths. I stare at my reflection in the mirror, feeling miserable, seeing my mom's face. Her vibrant green eyes that I inherited a shade darker. Her light brown hair, always styled in a neat high ponytail. Her small button nose that I always pushed for her to give me a chocolate that she hid somewhere in her clothes or handbag. Her plump lips were always colored with red-red lipstick. Until it became cracked and uncared for, her eyes lifeless and her hair dead. I suck in a pained breath. I hate to look in the mirror, seeing her every time. I clench my jaw and climb in the shower, letting the hard stream hit my back. I relax an
