"What does mom look like?" I blurted out. I'd been at her house for two days, and I had yet to see a single photo. April sat up next to me in the same bed.
"You don't know?" She tiredly raised an eyebrow.
"Of course, I don't know." I threw my pillow at her, getting embarrassed.
"Dad has a photo of her in his room, but other than that, all other photos are at our farmhouse."
"You guys have a farmhouse? Geez." I sat up as well.
"I can describe it, but I'm sure you'd rather see it than hear it for the hundredth time."
"I just know she had dark green eyes, dirty blonde hair, and our face shape."
"Well, if I think about it hard enough, and you focus hard enough... Do you think you could see my thought, versus hearing it?"
"I was about to say no, but I've actually never tried that." I answered honestly.
"We can try." She offered.
"Alright. Think away." I laid back down and so did she.
"Okay, here we go." She began. Almost immediately, there was a vague image beginning to manifest.
"It's working..." I tried to focus on her. But then all of a sudden it began to fade away. I opened my eyes and looked her way. She was asleep. I groaned. This whole 'mom' thing have to wait until morning. I pulled myself out of bed and walked over to the kitchen, and Kirby was still awake, typing away on his keyboard.
"Hey, Robin. What are you doing up this late?" He asked warmly.
"I've got something on my mind." I pulled a chair out and sat down across from him.
"Wanna talk about it?"
"It's about mom." I slowly said, wincing.
"Oh. I can still talk about it with you, if you'd like?"
"Really?" I nervously swung my feet.
"Sure!" He closed his laptop. "I was wondering when you'd ask anything about her."
"B-But you were busy with work."
"Work doesn't matter right now." He waved it off. "What matters is you getting whatever is keeping you up at night off your chest."
"I don't know what she looks like. Everyone is talking about who looks like her and how they do... But I can't fit the pieces together like that."
"I might have just what you need." He opened his laptop and showed me his home screen. A very familiar woman. Dark green eyes. Dirty blonde hair. Round face. I looked closer.
"She's so pretty." I muttered, my hands reaching up to touch my face. My eyes flicked back up to Kirby, who looked at me, nostalgia in his eyes.
"I can tell you don't think you look like her." He crossed his arms.
"You think I do?" I felt so small.
"You have her exact face shape."
"But my eyes, I don't get them from her nor my dad. My hair is a weird in between color of the two of them. My skintone is a mix of them. I'm too short, and my nose is weird." I looked closer at my mother's perfectly sloped nose.
"Robin, my wife's eye color was amber when she was younger. I've known her since diapers." Kirby laughed. "Also, that's bound to happen with kids. They don't always look like one or the other. They're always gonna be a little mixed up. I didn't expect April to have my hair color, or to have freckles."
