Thomas saw one body who looked a lot like his son.

In that moment he looked very much like his son.

In the vulnerability of sleep, the elder Jack looked almost like his lost son.

He looked like everybody's favorite son, the kind who sent money home each week.

She could almost imagine this boy, who looked so much like her son, was indeed the child to whom she had given birth.

"He didn't look like my son, that's for sure," said his father, Mike.

As a result, he finds himself looking just like his son.

Peter Houghton's mother was tiny and looked nothing like her son.

She looked like a farmer's son, or maybe a swineherd.

"Was it because he looks so like your son?"