My grandma is 91.
Sifting through old photos, and my childhood memories, she was beautiful. Still is beautiful.
She has many, many qualities that I admire, but the part which I have inherited?
Bunions! Great big, fat bunions.
I glare at these lumps on the side of my feet and instantly remember the times when we'd visit my grandma, only to find she'd taken a scissors to a brand new pair of slippers to accommodate the bunions. I don't own slippers and my shoes are intact, but these bunions are just like my grandma's, and I have visions of Josh tut tutting, as I mangle a pair of shoes with a stanley knife.
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