She has Mum's eyes. Out of the three girls, they say she looks most like their mother.
She doesn't think so. Under a critical eye, Mum is stooped and withered, already an old woman--almost forty. Lines crinkle at her eyes when she smiles. Lines--ever so faint--stretch across her forehead with a frown, draw at the corners of her mouth. Flecks of
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