18 The resemblance

But right now, Marc was more curious about the girl standing next to his mother. "Why dies she look so familier to me, when I have seen this picture before?" Marc frowned a bit and then his eyes went wide open.

"Oh my Goodness!! This girl looks so much like Lisa!" Marc gasped in shock, as blinked several times in confusion. "Those fawn eyes and brown hair.... the same smile too... and that round face... it is.. so.. so similar to Lisa... but the nose is different..." Marc was constantly starring at the picture, and he searched for the same girl in other picture.

He came across a beautiful picture in which Eza was sitting in a graden, with a beautiful flower crown on her head. She was posing under the tree and Marc instantly recognized the beautiful garden of his house, which are now just wild bushes. She had a book in her hand and her belly was protruding out. She looked heavily pregnant and looked extremely happy as well. "I know you love me mother. You cannot just leave me like this." A tear dropped down from his eye as he shifted his gaze to the woman sitting next to Eza. Eza had planted her head on the shoulder of the same fawn haired woman, who was smiling happily looking at her.

"She looks so much like Lisa in this too. But how can this be Lisa? This picture is almost 23 years old." Marc scratched his head looking carefully at the girl constantly. Yet again the woman's hand was on Eza's belly, making Marc even more confused. "She should have been aged by now, it cannot be Lisa." Marc shifted his gaze to a man standing next to them, posing for the camera. He was dressed in a black suit, which looked a little out of the place with the surroundings. He was smiling happily looking at the two girls, and looked extremely handsome. The man had blonde hair and golden tanned skin, with blue eyes.

Marc was exactly like his mother with same dark hair and dark eyes, and a good height. "But I am nothing like you mom. I am too much of a coward and weak." Marc looked down at his thin body and sighed looking at his father's muscular physique.

The boy have had enough of brain storming for the day so he finally gave up looking at the pictures. "There are so many questions in my mind, I guess they will never be answered." Marc walked further inside the room, looking at the beautiful surroundings.

Finally he stood in front of a wooden door, which he had never opened from past 17 years now. His hands trembled as he was about to open his parent's walk- in closet, which he vaguely remembered. He slid the door to left and revealed a large and long room, full of several cupboards. "Stay strong Marc. It is just clothes."

He entered the cold room, which was surprisingly pretty much fresh. Except for a few dirt pieces and webs here and there, the room looked very much fresh. Right in front of him was a beautiful mirror, framed with metallic craving. "Why are the walls always black and grey?" Marc frowned looking at the dark walls as he turned on the lights. "Wow! The lights still work? How strange is that?"

With one push of a page black knob, the room was illuminated and Marc walked towards the first almirah. He slowly opened and an amazing rosy fragrance filled his nose, making a tear drop down from his eye. "They say familiar smell can make you remember wo much. This.. This is mom's perfume."