Rarely do people agree
about whom you look like: your father or your mother. In my case, none of them
have such dark eyes like mine. I wish I had a small Roman nose, as my mother,
but undoubtedly, my father' genes have prevailed. I have also inherited from
him my determination, as well as my stubbornness, while patience and tolerance
are my mother's legacy. As decades go by, our own character is forged at the
same pace as wrinkles are drawn in our face. Women having deep lines between
the eyebrows and a mean mouth, as I have, are supposed to be meticulous and
excessively worried about things for which they are responsible. Admittedly, it
was the way in which I used to behave ten years ago, before a key event in my
life changed my mind. Since that moment, I try to keep my head and to think
twice before frowning or pursing my lips because of unimportant things.
