She looked again. The figure staring back at her from the mirror was taller and dressed in unfamiliar clothes. The hair were black and shorter. Makeup in Smokey eyes and bright red lipstick was totally not her style. But the green eyes and a small birth mark on the left cheek was totally hers.

Looking in the mirror we expected to see ourselves nit a stranger. Maybe fix matter. Hair or wipe off chocolate smudge from the bottom lip. But not to see someone familiar and firing the sand time.

Who is she? Could it be her in 10, 15, 20 years?