"She brushed a lock of my long brown hair with natural highlights behind my ear, leaving her hand lingering on my face, cupping my cheek. “You remind me so much of him.” She dropped her hand and quickly looked away, averting my gaze. “Mom?” She looked at me and stared into my eyes waiting for me to ask my question. “Who? Who’s ‘him’?” I asked her because I’m so confused. This is the second time this week she has brought up this “him” person and I still have no idea who she has been talking about. This has been going on ever since I turned 15 I’m 17 now.All Rights Reserved