In my dream, I see my Mother and I standing together in a mirror. She is holding me. Her face is the one that is mine. This is dedicated to the Mothers and Daughters who flew.... My daughterÉ this is my voice you hear. it is the voice of my mother. it is her motherÕs voice. and it is also your voice. for you, my daughter, are, too, my mother i birth you, my mother, birthing meÉ..