Honestly, I don't usually see myself. I am always looking at my hair, making sure the part is straight, or looking at my teeth, making sure there is not any gunk between them. Now, mind you, this is all very quickly of course as I have my three children running rampant in the house as I am getting myself ready in the 3 minutes that I have left for myself in my morning routine. (exaggerated a bit but not much) Once in a very great while I might actually look at myself after a good cry and see my eyes, but even during those times, I see a lost person. A girl who doesn't really know who she is at this time other than a wife, mom, employee, student, and housekeeper. Who is the real Melissa? I don't know. She used to be someone who wanted to run free in a field of sunflowers with a sundress on swinging around with her arms spread out and her long dark hair blowing in the wind. You know, the way they show it in the movies. She used to be this girl who believed all was good in the world if people chose for it to be good. She used to be this girl who knew for sure that true love would conquer all and that people who made mistakes were just stupid and should be disregarded because no mistake can be forgot, much less forgiven. She used to be this person who was so sure of the timeline of life and what was to be expected at any given moment. But, you see, you are asking who I see now. Looking in the mirror today, well, I don't know. I truly don't know.