Roses Point of View
Yeah right, so my mum was a two-dimensional drawing, was she? I scoffed internally before looking down at the book.
And I could not believe my eyes. It wasn't something I'd colored now, it was no longer a cartoon princess. It was a moving image.
My mother looked just like me, or rather I looked like her I supposed. She had very dark eyes, very dark hair and very pale skin. But she looked unreservedly magnificent! Her hair was a deep chestnut color. It was so dark and glossy that from afar it would appear almost black. Her brown eyes were clear and alert and sparkled with different flecks of green and her skin was radiant. I couldn't get over how beautiful she was. If I ever looked half as good as she did, I would consider myself very lucky.
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