Fascinating and we see what we want to see. I, for one, don't think they look alike at all. Can you separate the writer in you from the daughter? As a child, I wouldn't want to know; as a writer, finding out would obsess me. Which side wants it more, or doesn't want it?

My father's wallet contained pictures of my brother, mother, and me, and then separated by many empty photo envelopes was one of his mother, a woman who dominated him. Was there a message here?