The strange part was that I looked nothing like the women in my family.
My mother, Gladys, had soft, delicate features. So did my grandmother.
They both wore their hair short without a second thought.
I couldn’t imagine doing that.
Friends sometimes tried to reassure me.
« You just have your father’s ears, » they’d say whenever I mentioned how different I looked.
I wanted to believe them.
Whenever I asked where I’d gotten my ears from, Mom always smiled and shrugged.
« Definitely your father’s side. »
That was the end of the conversation.
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