looking again at the mirror i drift

looking again at the mirror i drifted into another daydream. i saw myself as a boy.
my mother told me that my father died when i was very young. i didn't really remember him or recollect what he looked like so i can't really say that i miss him where he died, my mothe , madeline bunt, and i journeyed to london where she took on the responsibility of housekeeper for dr. walter kruger