There is nothing like a hot warm relationship

It was a quiet Sunday evening and every member of family were sleepy and they made theirs way to bed, mean while he was staring foolishly and meaningless in the mirror at his own perfect clone and thinking how a creature can be this much perfect and smiled. The one in the mirror was trying new hairstyles, because to be new was to be modern to be original to be handsome. It was fun for him, because new styles weren’t going with him. Then he washed his hands and looked in the mirror once more. Then he realized that there were some hairs growing up above his lips. He looked again and again until he got enough of this handsome adult until he agreed on he was changing.

Then his mother appeared behind his shoulder in the mirror and asked him very curiou...