Also, she came over when I was 2 for my birthday... and I didn't like how I looked by that point... A short life lived. Then she was "around" for awhile after, like in Pre-K "helping" "my mother" and teaching my brother to walk and like doing weird things I think. There's this one picture, see, where his eyes are big and he looks limp, his hair a little lighter, and he looks over, and my grandma like crosses her eyes over and smiles.
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