My mother and I

I always wanted to be my mom reflection. I had that dream of seeing in her what I wanted to be, the past was not easy and the understanding no our friend. Today I can appreciate that. What I have became… and from where I came.

In this picture we both are 29. We are sisters of a conmutable past. We both ran away, we both now live exiled.

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