Who is that girl? The poise, the brilliant thoughts, and the flowing hair. Do I know her? She’s not a girl, she’s a woman, with powder perfectly applied to each eye and lipstick plucked from the ideal spot in the spectrum. She smiles, and I know that smile. Could it be… but no it’s not my brother. She laughs and her body shakes and that grin lives in her eyes. I want to laugh with her and I do.
I remember now! She’s the baby I held in my arms and walked to her father’s garden in her first spring. The same baby that came out of the womb and slept stretched to her full length with her arms over her head and her toes pointed. My dear niece grew into an amazing woman when I wasn’t looking!
SoCS prompt “who or whom”.
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Bearing Untold Stories 
A sweet perspective. It is amazing how fast time can seem to fly when we see children who have grown up.
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