coming and I thought I saw it was my mother. Had the same deep brown eyes, the same round face and white color face the same dream. The same height, maybe the same age, same build, same nose with the same mole. You may also have the same smile if it were not for Mrs. Murphy smiled. came across very serious and straight, dressed all in black. No answer when I bade him good day. was when the excitement of thinking that my mother came to visit me by surprise vanished. My mother smiles, smiles a lot and has a special gleam in his walk. Their clothing is rarely black and if it is, never missing the glitz and daring of her necklaces, earrings and rings. This woman was not wearing lipstick or gloss.
called rent a computer with internet. I only watched as asked what he wanted and then lowered his gaze with something of contempt. While she checked your emails maybe I could not recover from the shock of seeing so much like my mother, because at least they were physically much the same. Let's say it was bitter and sangrona version of my mom.
When she came out and gave me thanks. Most guests say "thanks" when they wanted a good day. Some with joy, others just muttered what seemed a whistle of appreciation, but this woman did not even deign to say anything. He left with his demeanor and graceful and his smug aura sober and indifferent.
"I can not believe it, Mom! A woman came identical to you this afternoon! Egalitarian! "" I almost yelled at my mom on the phone when I got home and called him to give you the gossip, the kind that do not have the greatest importance but it feels really good, when one counts them.
The next day, twice my mom gave me the joy of letting the true wonder for a moment. He was still dressed in black and was carrying his seriousness pedantic. I gave him a smile that he despised with a cold stare. He returned to take a computer and was there for a while and out, I tried to call his attention almost shouting "Have a nice day, Mrs. Murphy!" Very unfortunate but I responded with a slam dry.
"Fucking old" I muttered. "It would be like jumping from my mom."
And so for several days, I saw it coming and she was giving us all the same coldness of his presence. The warm climate of Puerto Vallarta is cooled as twenty degrees two-meter radius of its elegant humanity. Who knows whether business travel or vacation, if you would walk single or let her husband locked in his bedroom and his sons tied to the bed. Maybe it was a parrot who had no children or husband and that he lacked the joy on his face. Who knows if it would be a psychopath or a businesswoman. The woman drew a mystery wrapped in her hair blonde.
The last time I saw it was again wearing the same black cloud and a bag of the same color. Did she? "In Puerto Vallarta? Apparently the cold that emanated also affected herself. Brown eyes rested on my humanity and I could feel the same cold, smiled and gave me a look of Catherine Creel without the patch. Tantrum turned and entered the room of computers. He was there for fifteen minutes and when he came to the counter to collect his note, he gave me another look attentive. It was when I heard his voice for the first time all week, just as he was convinced that Mrs. Murphy was really dumb.
- Do you know Young? "He said very seriously using exactly the same voice of my mother, but in English - I have a son that is identical to you. All these days you have prevented miss him. Has the same face, same smile, same eyes, to the very early baldness. What is not surprising me is that it also has its own voice and to his way of walking is also the same. I'm shocked.
was when I felt my stomach disappeared into the lonely. I stayed static, with his mouth open like my Aunt Mary when you have anything in his throat made a puzzle. How was it possible to have to double my mom was having a son who also was double mine? A little music from the twilight filled the room and then I managed to answer.
"No way, Mrs. Murphy! Did you know? My mother is the same as you! Mrs. Murphy
eyes peeled as if I were the devil himself, he turned around and I panicked gave another door. At least he never lost that habit, I thought. However, seconds later, opened the door, gave me the first smile that was the same as my mom, and said: "Tomorrow I'll bring a picture of my son to see."
Then gently closed the door to be opened because it became a co-worker.
- Is the lady who just left is real? "I asked to verify that Ms. Murphy was real and not a delusion of mine.
- Yes, "he answered well without lunch. - You let me make some photocopies? Photocopies
, I thought.
- Sure.
I never took the photo and never saw her again.
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