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being brave: I AM NOT MEHRI (a short story)

i posted my entire short story about what it feels like to be frankensteins daughter on my blogger. have you ever wondered how it feels to look in the mirror and know the face looking back at you was someone elses? have you ever thought about how sinister it is to craft your own daughter? the fact that every trait you have was hand picked?? ever wonder how it feels to know you are the result of violence?????

you havent? well, read it. it's interesting to chew on

I have the face of a dead girl.

This isn’t to say I look like her. I have her face. I move her lips, her nose, her long, thick lashes. I didn’t choose it. My parents selected it. Hunted her down, took everything above her collarbone and ran. I don’t have her eyes though. I’ve seen an image of the girl. A simple, colored photograph beneath a bright red label stating “HAVE YOU SEEN ME?” She had brown eyes. I have blue.

Mehri Mohsen. Age nineteen. Five foot five.

I’m five-foot ten.