Looking at myself in the mirror, 

I'm reminded of the time 

The time I tried to dye my brother's hair. 

 

Burning my eyes,

dripping,

There were  dye stains on his forehead.

 

Where are the rubber bands?

 

Snap!

 

The crackling of my plastic gloves, 

I fumble around for the instructions.

Please, keep your head straight.

 

Snap!

 

He wiggles around and slowly sways his head, side to side.

I look in the mirror,

I see the resemblence between me and my brother.

Who am I?

I am a big sister.

I am a young woman, ambitious for what awaits me.

In my brother, I see the loving and caring I posess. 

 

Like the reflection of myself in the mirror,

family is never meant to cease.

My family is a 

reflection;

 

I see me.

I see my flaws, 

I see my strengths.