Over her shoulder was Josie-and for the first time, Alex could
really see a piece of herself in her daughter. It wasn’t so much the shape of the face but the shine of
it; not the color of the eyes but the dream caught like smoke in them. There was no amount of
expensive makeup that would make her look the way her Josie did; that was simply what falling in
love did to a person.
Could you be jealous of your own child?

Author: Jodi Picoult