When I was little everyone would always say how much my mother and I looked alike. There were many occasions where people would come up to me, pinch my cheek, and say, "aww sweetie, you are going to grow up to look just like your mother."
Recently, I have realized that not only do I look like her but I am starting to act like her! Whenever my mom tells a story she tells absolutely every single detail you could possibly imagine. Sometimes it takes her fifteen minutes to tell one story. I was talking to one of my friends from high school about my weekend and after I finished she said, "Hannah I think you inherited your mom's long story telling." Already? Ok, not good. That wasn't supposed to hit until I was about 40. What is even worse is that I am starting to act more like my dad as well. My dad is really goofy and I have definitely already inherited his trait of laughing so hard that nothing comes out. What is even more awkward is when we are together and this happens. Another habit that I have picked up on of his is mixing all my food together. Especially at Thanksgiving. I use a bowl instead of a plate and just combine all my food together and then eat it. Whenever my family puts in a movie he will always start out watching it but he can never finish it. By the end of the movie he is dead asleep. Thankfully, I haven't gotten to this stage yet. I have gotten to the stage where I can sleep anywhere at anytime. On airplanes with crying babies, trains, the floor, standing up, you name and we can do it. If I am tired I am content sleeping anywhere just as long as I get to sleep.
I love my parents and there are qualities that I do strive to have of theirs. On the other hand, these were some of the qualities that as a kid I swore I would never have. Look how far that got me? Not only am I turning into my mom, I am turning into my dad too! Double threat!!
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