Looking into her eyes is like looking into a mirror that takes me back in time. The same disobediant glare is refected as she begins to immitate and mime. There is nothing I can say to get through to her I know. She will continue down this path until the pain will radiate and begin to show. Then possibly she will come to me for help, for advice on where she has gone wrong. I'll then look at her, hold her close and explain that we all have to experiment to find out where we belong.
