Alike much?

This is the true, sad story of my “madre-mix-up.”
It was me and my mom in an antique store, just browsing around. I had to relieve myself of my liquids from that day, so I asked my mom where the bathroom was. “Over there,” she answered. “Just come find me when you’re done!” I went down the hall and into the bathroom. When I came out, I began walking around, peeking around shelves to find Mom. I turned  the corner and saw her standing there looking at me. I frantically waved saying “Oh, finally found you!”
It was a full-length mirror.


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