The mirror doesn't work.
Ian was popping nuts into his mouth atop the baby chair, as the adults made small talk while waiting for the restaurant’s waiters to bring food to the table.
“Well, I can’t quite see where he gets his thick lips from,” observed my aunt.
Both my brother and his wife then turned to me as one, pointing at me. I nearly choked on my chinese tea.
“What the…,” I spluttered.
No, I so do not have thick lips! Bah.
Wonderful, is it not, that others can see so much more than what you usually see from the mirror. We have become so accustomed, so used to seeing ourselves every day, that we neglect the very things that make us, us.
The truth has always been right in front of you; yet in some ways, still remain elusive.
Then again, I reckon my lips are not as thick as Angelina Jolie’s or Amber Chia’s, in order to attract considerable fame and fortune…