I looked at my reflexion night before last and to my surprise I saw a lady. Her eyes held wisdom, hope and determination. Her high cheek bones; towered with pride from her mother land. Her brown skin; a little kiss from God’s sun. Her full lips parted as if she was going to speak; instead she shy away, as if she recognized me but the place and time had escaped her mind. The lines around her smile, even the ones at the corner of her eyes had escaped my mind.
I moved my focus from my reflection to my daughter’s eyes and listened to her speak. Back to back questions awaited my answers. I watched her big almond shaped eyes zoom in, hanging to my every word as I answered each the best I know how. That’s when it hits, and I hope this knowledge will stay. My vain mid-life crisis can wait for another day, because God has bless me with a gift that keeps getting better each day, and even when I’m gone, his gift will tell the tale that I was here.