If I was in the right place, why couldn’t I recognize it? I couldn’t move. The mirror on the dresser was showing an image but I couldn’t make it out in the darkness. As I stared at it, my breathing got heavy and my lower lip was quivering. I didn’t want to start crying but I didn’t know what else to do. I was about to burst into tears when I felt a hand squeezing my right shoulder. My eyes got big and I dropped my jar to the floor.
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I love my New York home. Its diversity inspires me. I would not for the world trade my multitude of experiences there.