Sometimes when I look into the mirror, I see my sister looking back at me. We looked enough alike that you could tell we were sisters. When I'm brushing my hair in front of the mirror I'm reminded of her. Before Erica passed away she was growing her hair out to donate to Locks of Love. I admired her for helping others. When I look in the mirror I see her nose and I can picture her purple glasses looking back at me. The mirror helps remind me of my sister. Although my sister is gone, everyday in the mirror she looks back at me.