The Moles

I didn’t like them at first.

I asked my mom about them. She said it’s hereditary.

I complained about them. I thought about removing them.

I thought they were a nuisance.

And then one day this year, they grew on me. Well, technically they’ve already grown on me, but face-wise, they’ve grown on me.

It’s because they make me unique. They keep my cheeks, eyes, and eyelashes company.

My grandmas and grandpas had them. And those before them. My mom has them. I have them. They are us.