the ladies take London

My mom came and visited me this holiday season, an event I have been looking forward to since I last saw her a year and a half ago. The weirdest part of her visit was realising that she and I have the same mannerisms, from our come-backs to the way we brush our hair out of our face. People kept commenting on how alike we are, and at first, I just laughed. But now, every time I catch myself doing something she does, I wonder at the way that I do something identically to somebody I have not lived with in six years.