NARRATOR
WYOMING.
She stood in front of the large portrait. Tears welled up in her eyes. Everyone was right, her mother had been such a beautiful woman. But it was no doubt that Trisha had inherited her beautiful dark oval eyes and chestnut colored her.
Her pronounced collar bone was also gotten from her mother, from the picture she currently stared at.
Looking at her portrait in her grandparents study caused her to smile. Before now, Trisha could not remember her mother's face. But looking at the portrait now, she could not control the tears in her heart, or the happiness and gratitude she felt for the opportunity.
"She was really beautiful, you look just like her." Richard spoke, from behind her.
Dabbing her eyes with the back of her palms, Trisha turned to him, sniffing.
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