OctPoWriMo day 14--Reflections

Two children sit across the room from me.
The boy looks like me, the girl like him.
I look at him and I see my whole family there:
Father, brother, sister....
I look at the girl and there is nothing of my family there
But my husbands family tree is well represented.

And yet,
The boy talks and acts like dad,
The girl is more like me.

Reflections can be deceptive.
You have to dig deeper.