My worst nightmare

Sometime this afternoon, between 12.30 and 4.30, I apparently turned into my mother. Lauren looked at me in horror and said ‘you look just like grandma. It looks like grandma’s face landed on your head, or like you’re wearing a grandma mask.’

She grabbed the camera and took three pictures to prove it. We then picked the most grandma-like and cropped it to show the grandma mask. 

She’s right. I look just like my mother. I know it happened this afternoon because at lunch I looked like me.

It’s my worst nightmare, that I’ll turn into my mother. The severest insult that my brothers and I can throw at each other, the one bound to get attention, is “You’re just like mother!!!” 

This reminds me of the day 20 years ago in Barbados when I woke up to find that my tits had drooped in the night. “Must be the humidity” Fred said. My terrific tits had dropped about 3 inches, maybe even 4! And stayed there. 

What if my face stays this way? I’ll never be able to look in a mirror again.

Comments

[mainja]

always remember the fundamental difference between 'looks like' and 'are like'.