"Mommy... mommy... mommy!"
"Oh honey, I'm in the bathroom"
I immediately ran to my mother whom I saw was dying her hair black, at that time.
"Mommy, why are you painting your hair black?" painting...
"You don't like my hair black sweetie?" my mother also had a signature smile that was warm as newly baked muffins. That made her so lovable, how I miss her and her delicious muffins.
"I want it blonde so that you, me, daddy and brother can be the same!" I innocently said that without hesitation. If that really did happen that would be like going to Church with color coded shirts as a family. Except this was everyday and anywhere as family with exactly the same color of blonde hair not to mention almost the same faces. We were lucky not to put up with that embarrassing crusade.
"Honey... I would look like daddy then" she tried to give a smile. As she stopped on dying her hair to pat my head. Which had then put black dye on my hair, as well. "Oh my, you have some black on your hair now hehe"
"Wha- take it off mommy, take it off!"
"Alright hush, come here. It's just color on your hair. How come it could make you cry?"
"I would no longer look like brother if I had that.."
"HAHA" damn mother almost made me cry with that loud laugh back then. Rest in peace please don't haunt me and torment me, I beg you I'm sorry. "you will always look like your brother, you're twins. But... looking exactly a like is a different story."
Who knew that line of hers would haunt me 'till this day.
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I am You
Teen FictionWho is this You, you say? Well you're just in luck you get to meet the alluring, bombastic, charming, clever, kind, sweet; those are just some of the words the girls use in order to put an adjective before the name Alex Vertrum. And here is the man...
