I remember looking into the mirror one morning, and seeing my father staring back. I realized I was getting older. Not old, older. As a child I was always told I resembled my mother. I had never seen my father in my face, except for my nose. And my eye color. Now I saw the thinning hair of my father that would look better short rather than the shoulder length of my 20s. I saw wrinkles starting in the same patterns as on his face and the turkey gobbler beginning to show its jiggle. My maternal grandfather died at 86 with a full head of hair. I was beginning to look as my paternal grandfather, totally bald. I never wanted to look like him or my father. No telling how your genes will fit.
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