I remember she was beautiful. In everything she did, she was beautiful. But now when I look at her, I don't see that mesmerizing idle of a youth, I see a mother that would rather go out and party than watch her own children for once. After three years of being gone, I'm finally face to face with the woman who gave birth to me 21 years ago and as I stared in her beautiful, almond shaped eyes I wondered. Has she even changed at all?