The Case of the Horrible Artist

I asked B if my mother looked like me, and she said a firm "no". 

I went through every feature - the eyes, nose, lips and smile. The only thing she said we have in common is the way we laugh. When I asked how she remembers what my mother looks like, she said “I just saw her”.

I cannot remember what my mother looks like, the same way I cannot remember what everyone else looks like.