every time you go away

kilipino goes back to paraguay today. i did ok with the tears. i cried but didn't bawl. i'm still real sad though. i kinda don't know what to do with myself. she was here a very generous twenty days but i don't want to give her back. i feel better this time than last time she left though. i know she's going back to a boy who loves her enough to clean up her puke from stomach parasite things. i know she loves what she is doing. it will be ok.

so nanette mentioned how she saw the resemblance between me and my mom. we are clones, in fact. if i was a brunette (even if i didn't bleach my hair, it's not brown), it'd be very hard to tell us apart.

see the following:
This is March, 1967. Sorry mom, I have to say that you are 20 years old here.


and then me, at 25:


We have such a similar look on our faces. I wish I could zoom in a bit, in the real photos you can see it a little better. There are many photos where I can see myself in her expression in her eyes or the way she has her mouth. We have the exact same eyes and teeth. The same see-through pale skin. The same shaped legs. The same laugh. I catch myself saying my mom's sayings all the time. We think alike. When I was a teenager she used to say to me "Don't try to fool me! I know what you're thinking! I already thought it!"