Lately I've been really longing to have a mentor.I imagine this older woman, maybe in her fifties or sixties, someone having had the profession that I will soon have and growing up in the same socioeconomic and cultural context that I have.
Her white hair is a crown of wisdom and her bright red lipstick a flash of defiance. Her laughing crows feet would be prominant, as would the frown lines extending from the corners of her mouth.
Quick to listen, penetrating in gaze, and heartfelt as Oprah.
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