It's been a long time since I sat down at one of these. The face staring back at me, now lightly dusted with wrinkles that aged her, her silver hair falling gently around her face. Those blue eyes seemed to twinkle with untold stories of days that had come and go. A string of white pearls hung on her frail neck. A blink, the image blurs out of focus. A little girl sits in front of a plastic dressing table; its pink colour shines as it catches the light of the sun through the windows. She brushes her long brown her and grins cheekily at the mirror that sat opposite her; pink pearls swinging from her neck. A noise startles her beautifying regime. Her head swings to the door of her room, to find her mother standing there, wearing a contented smile on her face. A childish giggle spoiled the comfortable silence, as that little girl realised she had been caught in the act. "Mummy, when I grow up I'm going to be just like you!" She smile spilled into a toothy grin. The smile crossed the gap between the two, to reach her mother's eyes. Another blink, the image fades. I grab at my jumper and pull into tighter to my chest as if I felt a sudden chill. My hand touches the pearls that hung round my neck. "I hope I made you proud, mum." I whisper as a tear breaks free to trace the outline of my skin. "And I still miss you."