I just got an idea for a book:
I stared in horror and realization. I had seen photos of myself as a baby and a toddler countless times when I was younger, but I was naive then. Sure, the photos looked like it could be of me, it looked extremely similar to my face. My head started spinning and my heartbeat was in my throat.
I utter a mere three words under my breath, not wanting my mother to hear, “that’s not me.”