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  • We sat in the cancer clinic, three in a row: Daddy, Mama and baby bear.

    I watched the faces around me, curious. Perhaps they would tell me how to behave. Explain, without words, what was expected of me.

    What I saw instead were family resemblances. A 60-something daughter leading her 80-something mother - their faces exactly the same, but for 20 years of living.

    A 50-something son pushing his 70-something father in a wheelchair - like seeing a man chase his aged doppelganger.

    The family of four women: Mother, two daughters and one granddaughter. Four identical foreheads, straight brown hair (except for the mother, who was bald), and hooked noses.

    Just like one of those twin conventions, I thought. Only with a generational twist.

    I couldn't stop looking, scanning each new twosome, threesome, or foursome...

    (And of course I knew how my own threesome looked to the world. We fit the pattern exactly. For I have D-----'s face, and he has mine...)
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