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ninety

today we went to my aunt's house in moreno valley to celebrate my grandmother's 90th birthday. what a brave little woman she is. she bucked her family to marry the man she wanted to marry. she bucked her husband to send her daughters to school. she came to the states already a senior citizen. she's helped to raise almost all of her u.s.-born grandkids. but the rigors of age are kind of shocking. she's so tiny now, so feeble. i have a picture of her at my high school graduation and we're almost the same height. now, less than 14 years later, she's barely at my shoulder and stooped now, too boot.

is that the reward for sticking it out -- having to give in to the weakness and frailty of the human body? doesn't seem fair?

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