A Father & Daughter Moment

Ahhh yes... and so I have always been told that I bear a starking resemblance to my father. As the saying goes, father's daughter and I insist that I am reproduced by the finest 'Xerox' copier machine. As a child, I would vehemently contravene my genetically inherited appearance. I would stare at the mirror and puzzle over the resemblance. Me? Look like dad? Where? What? How? I would conveniently conclude that everyone else was mad. Or were they?

They weren't.
I was.
Perhaps I was in denial.
Or perhaps I simply had shit stuck in my eyes.
Anyhow, the truth spoke for itself through the side mirrors of my car.....

I saw this face.
I thought it was Dad's.
I shrugged it off.

(A few delayed seconds later)
Hang on! That could not have been Dad....
I was alone in the car... I was the driver.
That face in the side view mirror.... was me.
Nnnnnoooooooooooooooooo!

*sigh*
That was when I first realized that I AM my father's clone.
I could have possibly been 18, maybe 20?
I can't remember.
Whatever.
Thank God I did not crash any car that day.

-- Just a few years later on modern day internet --


27 Jan 2005 :

Look at us?

Can we look any less alike?

I started to think I was talking to x2 of me.

Father's Daughter....

Dare I say otherwise now?

I have issues.