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  1. For years while shaving, I would get glimpses of my grandfather in the mirror. Having only recently found my biological father, after looking at old photos, I see my Dad in all reflections.

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  2. Your wonderful poem made my heart skip a beat and made me cry, Carol. I see my mum and my nan every time I look in the mirror. I have my mum’s laugh, too, which can be quite spooky.

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