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  • For as long as I could remember, I gazed at pictures of what I consider my self portrait. I envied the young couple that remained in the laminated pieces of paper and I observed every detail so that when I saw them in person I could compare emotions. In the pictures they smiled as if they were happy, but in reality it seemed like it constantly shifted. It's actually rather sad for they were so cliched in their beginning. The football player and the cheerleader, high school sweet hearts. But looking back at when I was so envious of what laid in photo albums, I learned that some romances find themselves hopeless of finding forever. I, however, was fortunate enough to be witness of this romance for fifteen years. I'm the fourth out of five children, all of us in which are proof that their love existed. Two years later, now that I'm seventeen, I'm still not used to seeing them with someone else, but whenever I begin to miss seeing them together I just look in the mirror.

    I'm the image of my mother with the characteristics of my father.
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