I opened my eyes. After the last time, I wasn’t sure what to expect. But the face I saw this time was beautiful, luminous. My eyes were big, but soft, haunting. My cheekbones were defined and full of stories. My lips didn’t scream for attention; they were available, but still mine. A secret, barely whispered; the prologue to a book you could get lost in. I’d say it didn’t look like me, but it did—a me I’d never thought I’d reach.
