Two Minutes Before My Wedding A Grandma Grabbed My Arm And Whispered A Warning

was silver and thin. Her hands on the coverlet were very still.

When I stepped into the room, she looked up.

Her eyes were my eyes.

I understood this is a thing people say, that eyes can resemble other eyes, that the same configuration recurs across a bloodline, that certain features transmit themselves faithfully through generations. I understood this continue reading …