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I looked in the mirror today, and I didn’t recognize the person staring back

Not in that “coming-of-age” or “I’ve-grown-so-much” way that is very common for people my age.

But in a way I couldn’t exactly explain.

It was kind of like meeting a friend’s sibling.

The face seems familiar, because you’ve seen their almost-copy for so long, but it’s still foreign and not really familiar at all.