If My Mother is a Mirror

I don't think my mom reads my blog. She's perfectly able, in technological capabilities, but I still doubt that she does.

After I wrote my post yesterday, I asked my mom if she thought I looked like her. She laughed. "No, no," she said. "You don't. But maybe you look like a relative. Like a Lee. You remember. You look like your grandmother." Then amended herself. "You resemble your grandmother. But, you've seen the pictures. You don't look like her. You act like her."

How much does our appearance reflect our spirit?

My grandmother had a round face, naturally curly hair that the other Chinese girls envied, and tiny eyes. She was graceful. She appreciated the value of things, but was not taken in by things because they had value. She didn't force her opinion into conversations, so when she spoke, you had to listen. Whatever it was, it was the right answer. I'd like to resemble my grandmother, to see her spirit reflected in my face when I look in the mirror.