A Resemblance of Things Past

Baby, as it happens, looks like her mother and her father, in equal measure. To the extent that she looks like me, she also looks like my little sister when she was an infant. And, given the relative darkness of the family’s circumstances during my sister’s infancy, I’m pleased to remember, looking at my baby’s little fingers, how much I loved my sister, around and in spite of the darkness. Baby has a way, which my sister had, of looking at you out of the corner of her eyes while making sure you’re looking at her. It’s very adorable as a habit, and the memory of my sister “making eyes” so many years ago shows me how resilient she was from the start.

Baby looks like a lot of people in the family, one after another after another. They’re all so deserving of love.