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  • They say the genes for physical appearance transfers from mother to son and from father to daughter.

    "Your lips are so plump! Definitely didn't get those from me." My mother would often say to my childhood self as she glanced over at my father, who would probably have been napping on the couch.

    But over the years, I've started to notice something else.

    Sometimes when taking a swift glance in the mirror as I'm heading out the door in the morning to go to work, instead of noticing if the bags under my eyes were concealed, or if my eyeliner smeared, I'm greeted with a fleeting image of my grandmother.

    I might share the same shape of lips with my father, but it is with my grandmother whom I share the same smile, frown, and downward-turned corners on the sides of our mouths.

    My grandmother who I regarded as the one who raised me.
    My grandmother who I loved more than anyone else.
    My grandmother who evidently didn't want me, but was forced to take care of me.
    My grandmother who I haven't had the courage to talk to for over a decade.

    It's a strange feeling when I see her again.
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