But my eyes look just like my sister Jennifer's.
When I'm missing her I stand at the mirror,
blocking the bottom half of my face with my hand,
And I am with her.
There she is looking back at me,
With our big brown eyes.
To bring her to me when I need her most
With just a wave of my hand.
The curve of her eyebrows,
Her freckles here and there,
Even the laugh lines at the corners of our eyes.
She starts to cry;
I wipe her tears.