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How funny about who you take after when it comes to looks. When I was a child and a teen, I looked so much like my mom that people I never met could have picked me out in a lineup; to this day you can confuse my first communion photo and my mother's. Then, somewhere in my late 20s-30s, I became Matante Claire, my father's sister. Then a few years ago (when I first entered my 50s), my Mom's sister saw me for the first time in a decade or two and said, "Holy S--t! You look just like Madame Roy!!" This is my father's mother. Now, how I morphed from looking like my mother to looking like my father's female relatives is a mystery to me. By the way, I consider all comparisons good! All good women who I can only aspire to emulate.
 
I recently received a package of old photos of my Dad's family. I was enjoying a picture of my grandmother with darker hair, but when I looked on the back of the photo, I found I was looking at HER mother.

Years ago, I saw a picture of my Dad at 18. My face on a man. Every feature was there. Now I look like a blob. Dad's pictures near the end, he looked like a blob too.
 
I always wondered where I got my lack of red highlights and my brown eyes. Everyone in my family, both sides, were brunette with blue or green eyes. I also happen to be the shortest of three generations. Then we found some pictures of my Maternal Great-Grandmother when she was my age...spitting image, except for my Dad's side of chunky bodies.
 
people have, here & there, figured my Mom was my sibling. she & i, we're very similar, mostly.
 
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