Angela listened carefully as her father talked about the kind of woman her mother was. He handed her a photo, and she gasped softly. They looked so much alike. The long black hair, the pointy nose, the soft lips. But it was the hazel eyes that caught her attention...the same eyes staring back at her in the mirror every day.
"I look like her," Angela said with a small smile. She felt a warm feeling inside her chest. People had always said she looked like Grace, but now she knew the truth. "She's so beautiful."
Marcus nodded slowly, holding back his tears as he watched his daughter stare at the photo. He still couldn't believe she was sitting next to him. His little girl. If only her mother was here with them, their family would have been whole.
