Monday, December 18, 2006

Stranger...



When I looked at my face in the morning, I found a stranger looking back at me. This stranger seemed familiar – had the same shaped nose and eyes, same colour of skin and hair, and the same gold rimmed spectacles on that I had on my face. What she didn’t have was the twinkle in her eye, the smile on her lips or the excitement of a new day. I don’t recognize this stranger, and I am scared of facing her again.