The leg on the left is my mother’s. The leg on the right is my own.
I remember watching my mom put on nylons (leggs) in the morning before she went to work and wondering if I’d have have her long legs. My mother and I share an ineffable link; mental, emotional and physical. We look the same, talk the same, stand the same. How different am I from my mother? Where does one body begin and another end?