Grandma

My grandmother was a special person to me. Our relationship was never deep. She had thirteen children and an uncountable amount of grandchildren. She had a hard time remembering who was whose grandchild. To me she was always old and wrinkled. There was something special about her hair. It was long and black. It only had a little grey in it. She wore her hair in a bun. Sometimes she unrolled it to comb it. Her hair came down to her waist.

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