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I smirked at the half-empty jar of sugar, my jaw directly above the edge of the old and splintering wooden counter. I no longer had to jump up and down on the tips of my toes just to see the top. I skipped daintily to my grandma to tell her what had happened, my heart anxious for her appreciation. Halting in front of her, I met her big brown eyes, with a look of great intensity. I scrutinized them as I told her how I was a woman now, strong and tall and independent. And as her eyes lit up, my eyes lit up. Her teeth rotten from years of neglect, she praised me with a half smile on her face. Her cheeks rose higher with each word and took mine along too.