"Mom," I ask her, "why do I not look like you nor father? You've got beautiful long curly blond hair and bright blue eyes while I've got straight dark brown hair and green eyes with many freckles while your skin is freckle free."
"Because, Lana my dear, God made you like that sweetie," she replies as she strokes my hair, "He wouldn't have given you your looks he thought of them as anything less than perfect."
I look up at her from my position on the couch, "but how could you and I be mother and daughter when our appearances are anything but the same?"
"We're mother and daughter because we love each other very much," she says while smiling down at me.
If only five-year-old me knew exactly why my mother and I shared a few to no similarities.
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Science FictionScientists have figured out how to remove genes from one unborn child and add them to another. Nate Harris is what most might consider, perfect. Intelligent, strong, athletic, handsome. The flaw, it's only because his parents paid for him to be lik...
