“ —- ODD is not the word i would use, sweetling. “

    she halts her reading, putting the book down to
    look at her eldest granddaughter, beckoning her
    to come CLOSER. a smile spreads across her lips,
    slow and soft as she brushes back strands of lana’s
    hair.

   “ UNIQUE, rather. look at you. this chocolate hair, and
      such pretty dark eyes. your siblings might have inherited
      more from your mother, but that makes you no less BEAUTIFUL,  
      my love. your grandmother cassana was absolutely lovely, and
      you look more and more like her with each passing day. you see ? 
      different is not always a bad thing. “