“You look just like your mother”, people often tell me.
“Don’t let her hear that”, I am quick to retort. “She’ll not like being told she looks like me.”
Whether we look alike or not is debatable, but on the face of it, we are completely different. She’s gregarious; I’m reserved. She loves bright colours and dressing up; my wardrobe is made up of monochromes. We can’t stay together in the same room for an hour without fighting.
And yet, in the things that matter, we think alike. She’s the first person I think of when I need a hug.
Happy Birthday, Mumsie