She had different eyes.
She had good manners.
She was quite different...
Expressions, look, way of walking, talking is not the same.
She's gone...
Here we have a stranger inside our place.
She has my dead uncle profile.
I just have sure enough mom's is not who I have in my House.
Including the lies that I keep hearing, cooking issues and obscure and obscene behavior.

My mom...well my mom...used to bake cakes and was a terrific cooker.
My mom...well ...
...
Love

She dyed when I was in University.
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