He likes to spend some time to himself . Like him , I would rather be by myself every now and then . Love of books seems to originate from him and my uncle , my mum ’ s youngest brother . My father ’ s mom , not knowing me personally , only through my mum ’ s words , has told my mum before that I seem like a mirror image of my father and a replica of my grandfather .
It surprises me how one can have so much in common with someone unknown because of the genetics .
I look at myself , my reflection . Sometimes , some days , I do not see myself . I see strangers . The contour of “ my ” face , occupied by eyes retelling my own stories from the depths , but folktelling theirs from the format of my genes .
By : Vianney Chavez