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"Let's go," I say to my mother, who waits for me at the entrance with an expectant smile.
"Are you driving? Your aging mother can't see well anymore, "she jokes, with a knowing wink.
I shook my head with a playful smile. Old? She's barely forty-four, but she looks like she's thirty.
"Be careful what you say, or the real grannies will get upset," I reply, giving her a gentle nudge. She covers her mouth to stifle a laugh, and I guess she's thinking of my grandmother. That tireless woman who flatly refuses to age.
I hope I've inherited her genes... on my father's side, I wasn't so lucky, as my other grandmother passed away several years ago. Mom's family is basically all I have left.
"Okay, I'll drive," I added, taking the keys.
My mother happily gets into the passenger seat, and
