I'm OK, She's OK

I don't know who this girl is. And I painted her from a photograph two, maybe three years ago. Still, this girl with her direct stare and thin, translucent skin tends to haunt me. I still haven't worked through why I feel a connection to her. She seems to know something.
Is she . . . me?
Is she the daughter I never had?
Nah. She's just some kid.