Answer:
If Teresa’s daughter is my daughter’s mother, who am I to Teresa?
I am whole but incomplete. I have no eyes, yet I see. You can see, and see right through me. My largest part is one fourth of what I once was.
He stands beside the road. In a purple cap at tattered green cloak. Those who touch him, curse him.
The sharp slim blade, that cuts the wind. What is it?
What goes through the door without pinching itself? What sits on the stove without burning itself? What sits on the table and is not ashamed?
I have two eyes in the front and a lot of eyes on my tail