Claire
I looked at my reflection in the mirror and I couldn’t recognize myself. Luckily, I have packed a dress just in case. It was a perfect fit, like a glove. The silky blue fabric wrapped around my body and hugged my curves. The curves that I didn’t know I had. It must be the pregnancy that changed my body. Although what I couldn’t understand is how skillfully I managed to style my hair and do my makeup.
My hands moved on their own as I pulled my soft curls in a half updo and left a few tendrils to frame my face. My make-up was simple but the complete look was far from sporting the bare face and ponytails I used to have in school. Though I was satisfied that I had some muscle memory, I felt a tinge of sadness that I couldn’t remember anything but flashes of traumatic events.
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