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her friends tell me i look a lot like her when she was younger, and papa tells me i carry so many of her traits. i spent most of the week in my grandmother's closet. all of her clothes and shoes were gone, except for five of her best dresses. most of the time i would just sit and smell them and imagine her walking around in them, her hair and makeup done to perfection. on the shelf above the dresses were boxes of old photographs. i pulled them out. touching her dresses and looking at old photos. when papa and i weren't out, my time was spent in her closet. i found a picture of her and my grandfather. they were young-somewhere in their fourties. she had her head on his shoulder and she was smiling. and at first, i just started crying. but the more i looked, and the more i saw how happy her life was before the cancer, the more i realized how truly blessed i was to have known the most beautiful woman in the world. and for people to tell me i'm growing into her, i'm following in her footsteps. it's the most valuable thing i have.