My
whole life, I was told I look like my Grandmother. I have her eyes and her
laugh. It’s really hard for me to think like that. I'm the only one in the
family that has her red hair. I miss her a lot and more and more lately all I see
when I look in the mirror is my grandmother. It’s hard I barely got to know my
Grandma and people commenting on how much I take after her is weird. Sometimes
I wonder if there a great meaning behind genes.
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