Once i Met him

Finally, I met him. It was small, almost transparent, without taste and color. It was very very small, and it was difficult to met him. It was in a long glass, in the middle, between the alcohol and the salt water. It was difficult to discriminate it among these liquids. But at the end i met him.

It didn't say a word, it didn't smile, but i knew it has been carrying information for more than 27 years. It was shy, but i know it's my mirror. I met him for the first time in my life, it was an exciting experience and several questions came out from my mouth. Finnaly I met him: my DNA.