i stood there,
hands on the bathroom sink,
leaned over.
who was staring back at me?

it surely wasn't the little girl
who called for her mom
when she scraped her knee.

it surely wasn't the little girl
who dreamed about having a husband some day.

it surely wasn't the little girl
who always wanted to live.

now, i do not recognize this person.
but hopefully, someday i will.