Yeah. I never even bothered trying to pull off the “I’m really a princess from another planet and you just adopted me!” spiel, because it was glaringly obvious exactly who my parents were.
I do favor my mother so much that it is a bit uncanny, though. I pass myself in mirrors sometimes and get creeped out. Not because my mom’s not lovely, but because when you look in a mirror you’re supposed to see YOURSELF, you know?
Yeah. I never even bothered trying to pull off the “I’m really a princess from another planet and you just adopted me!” spiel, because it was glaringly obvious exactly who my parents were.
I do favor my mother so much that it is a bit uncanny, though. I pass myself in mirrors sometimes and get creeped out. Not because my mom’s not lovely, but because when you look in a mirror you’re supposed to see YOURSELF, you know?
Handsome guy. Lucky girl.
Handsome guy. Lucky girl.
You got his features, eh? Good-looking family.
Yeah. I never even bothered trying to pull off the “I’m really a princess from another planet and you just adopted me!” spiel, because it was glaringly obvious exactly who my parents were.
I do favor my mother so much that it is a bit uncanny, though. I pass myself in mirrors sometimes and get creeped out. Not because my mom’s not lovely, but because when you look in a mirror you’re supposed to see YOURSELF, you know?
You got his features, eh? Good-looking family.
Yeah. I never even bothered trying to pull off the “I’m really a princess from another planet and you just adopted me!” spiel, because it was glaringly obvious exactly who my parents were.
I do favor my mother so much that it is a bit uncanny, though. I pass myself in mirrors sometimes and get creeped out. Not because my mom’s not lovely, but because when you look in a mirror you’re supposed to see YOURSELF, you know?