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Jan. 22nd, 2023 04:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stretchy_girl[Emily had let the cat into the bathroom again. Letting out a sigh, Anna Petersen reached down to begin clearing up the scattered strips of toilet paper and bath towels that had been strewn all over the floor. She'd begun to suspect that Emily might be aiding the cat, judging by the happy laughter she'd heard not long ago, oh well, if her daughter enjoyed herself who was she to spoil the fun? Scooping up the towels into her hand Anna rose to her feet, a brief glance at the mirror and then a deeper double take.
The face that looked back at her in the mirror was not hers, but after years wearing it continuously it had started to feel like it was. Last week at Emily's school one of the mothers had asked what makeup she used, because 'you look just as good as you did six years ago.' Staring at her reflection critically, she concentrated and the beginnings of fine lines appeared at the corners of her eyes, the skin of her neck loosening imperceptibly and a hint of grey creeping into the roots of her hair. There, that should be enough. Turning her head from side to side, she inspected her looks for a moment, a woman in her late thirties staring back at her, pretty but not extremely so, just an average working single mother, tired after a long day's work. Emily's mother, that was all she needed to be.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the front door bell. A friend? Whoever it was, the ring was immediately accompanied by a loud, 'Mooommm, can I get it?'. Rolling her eyes
Ok sweetpea, tell them mommy will be down in a moment.
[Emily was already running to open the front door, pulling it open and smiling up at the stranger, before asking in a practised tone.
'Hello, how can I help you?'
The face that looked back at her in the mirror was not hers, but after years wearing it continuously it had started to feel like it was. Last week at Emily's school one of the mothers had asked what makeup she used, because 'you look just as good as you did six years ago.' Staring at her reflection critically, she concentrated and the beginnings of fine lines appeared at the corners of her eyes, the skin of her neck loosening imperceptibly and a hint of grey creeping into the roots of her hair. There, that should be enough. Turning her head from side to side, she inspected her looks for a moment, a woman in her late thirties staring back at her, pretty but not extremely so, just an average working single mother, tired after a long day's work. Emily's mother, that was all she needed to be.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the front door bell. A friend? Whoever it was, the ring was immediately accompanied by a loud, 'Mooommm, can I get it?'. Rolling her eyes
Ok sweetpea, tell them mommy will be down in a moment.
[Emily was already running to open the front door, pulling it open and smiling up at the stranger, before asking in a practised tone.
'Hello, how can I help you?'
