The one that’s like me in every way, shape and perfecting-sarcasm roll of her eyes.
Her beautiful deep chocolate eyes.
Eyes that (upon occasion) I want to send skidding across the kitchen floor.
Eyes that LOOK just mine.
But I have no idea where she learned that eye-roll.
One day when I was being a non-eye-rolling bastion of perfect attitude my mother said “I HOPE YOU HAVE A CHILD JUST LIKE YOU SOMEDAY!”
And I scoffed.
Why wouldn’t anyone want more of me to go around?
Now, as an adult, a parent of three, the mom to myself, I sometime call my mother.
From under a pile of wrapping paper in my closet, hiding waaaay in the back.
While my mother laughs uncontrollably.
Grandmother, vengeance is yours.