Inheritance
by Maria CeferattiWhen I look at my nine year- old son, I see my husband's face. His square jaw, his chiseled cheekbones, his light brown hair, his delicate, perfectly proportioned nose.
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When I look at my nine year- old son, I see my husband's face. His square jaw, his chiseled cheekbones, his light brown hair, his delicate, perfectly proportioned nose.