Her Mother’s Mirror

She stands before the mirror, expecting her own reflection—
but sees the woman who came before her.

In the curve of the cheek, the weight in the eyes,
she finds not just resemblance… but inheritance.

This is not a moment of comparison.
It’s a recognition.
Of softness passed down through generations.
Of resilience that echoes through bone and memory.

She does not flinch.
She does not turn away.

She sees her mother.
She sees herself.
And finally—she sees who she’s becoming.