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1937-His eyes lingered on a chubby, smooth face that was clearly starring at him. Filled with great curiosity, he cautiously approached this petite stranger. As he went closer, so did the stranger. They stared into each other’s eyes. Funny, he had the same eye color as his, which was hazel, with a tinge of red.
The stranger had smooth, rosy cheeks. His face was quite plump. It made you want to pull his cheeks and shake it. His eyes. They were as big as light bulbs. Blackish fluffs were on top of his head. He smiled at this foreigner, and the foreigner smiled back at him. Showing plain, pinkish gums with no sign of teeth, just yet. This strange person was eerily the same height as he. He raised his little, chubby hand, and touched the reflection. He giggled at the sight of himself. He waved, so did his reflection. He then had enough, which led his lips to tremble, screwing up his face and let a loud wail.
After all, he was just a baby.

1944-A dry –crackled, brownish mud like monster with black curls was staring back at him. The boy’s face was covered in mud. The mud had simply dried off, leaving tiny hints of cream skin showing under the ugly cracks. He resembled a mud monster with a bad case of dermatitis. The boy smiled at his horrific face .Then slowly, he wiped his face and the dried mud fell into the sink, now revealing a smooth, fair skinned face with black curls that droop down to his eyes, which were hazel with a slight bit of red in them. His mother said his hair was so shiny and bouncy, like he had springs on top of his head. Those spots on his face: freckles, they were called. He hated them, but his father just laughed and said they would disappear later in life. He scrunched up his face and the freckles all bunched up together. His mother called his name to come downstairs and blow out the seven candles on his birthday cake.

1955-He was nervous as hell. He repeatedly flatten his black, curly hair. It recently had a cut but much to his displeasure, it was still rebelling. He sighed and added more moose on to it. His eyes were multi-colored, it was hard to tell if they were hazel with a tinge of amber or red. Or both.
He felt around his chin, hoping there were hairs he could shave. Nope, not enough. He looked at the great, hideous stitch which ran from his left eyebrow down to his upper cheek, caused by a tough football training. He did more damage to Chas than Chas did to him. Chas ended up with a broken nose.
He smirked as he popped some pimples on his forehead and his chin. Pus came out. After that, the inspection of his teeth to see if there were any annoying things stuck there. He always did since that one unfortunate day when he made a speech in front of the whole class.
Nope, just white teeth with a tint of yellow from his smoking. Lastly, he flattened his hair again. He was ready to take Olivia to the formal.

1982-He yawned. The wrinkles from his worrying and age, stretched widely. This made him much older then he was. He was in his mid-forties, married, with two lovely daughters. His reflection told him he wasn’t a spunky, young teen anymore. He absently traced a faint scar that ran from his left eyebrow down to his upper cheek. He stroked his beard. Well, it wasn’t much of a beard but it felt like a hairy cactus. He was trying to grow one, but ended up with a shocking result. His eyes traveled to a small, faint line on his chin. It was from his first time on shaving.
Those weary eyes. He still didn’t know if he had green, amber or brown eyes. Speaking of eyes, he needed to go down and see the optometrist. He feared he may need reading glasses.
He opened his mouth; years of smoking abuse has turned his teeth into corn yellow. He sighed as he made a mental note to go to the dentist, tomorrow. He consciously touched a bald patch on the back of his head. His’ hair was getting grayer. He inclined his head to reveal a small hole on his right ear. What was he thinking? Getting an earring?
Whilst he was in thought he plucked some hair out of his nose.

2008-An old man with a cane approached an antique mirror. He observed his worn out, lined face. The wrinkles didn’t bother him anymore as long as his face was freckled free. The wrinkles. They tell a story, just like the trees.
A faint scar from his early football training was still there. ‘My, oh my’, he thought. As he bared a smile. How yellow his teeth were. Some were missing due to accidents and dental issues .He prodded his large, sun burnt nose. His nose was better than Chas’, who now had a bumpy nose like it has been broken twice by a base ball bat.
Moving closer to the mirror. He has finally made a conclusion that he had hazel eyes with a tinge of amber. Some of his grayed hair was still intact at the side of his head. But on the middle, it was a hair free zone.
What about his ears, they were just as big as his nose. A few of white hair were sticking out nevertheless it was not visible.
“Dad,” his daughter called, “Come and meet your new grand-child.”
The old man turned away from the mirror and staggered slowly to meet his new visitor.