I take one final look in the mirror. I don’t recognize the person looking back at me. “Who are you?” I ask her, but she doesn’t answer. She looks like the older, prettier, more sophisticated sister that I don’t have. I turn my back on her and go downstairs. I wonder if I’ll see her again.
Mom and Dad are waiting for me, and they’re both speechless. Mom looks like she’s about to cry. I see that they’ve got the camera out; I should have expected that. Bob comes down the stairs, and he looks at me. He seems confused. “Who’s she?” he asks Mom and Dad. Then he looks back at me again, really stares. “Holy crap.”
“Thank you, Bob,” I answer. I take it as a compliment, even if it really wasn’t.
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