Describe a totally ordinary person in such a way that you reveal their inner humanity, totally different from what their exterior appearance might suggest.
Sitting down on her chair which she calls ‘the nest’ is my grandmother. The scar on her chin becomes more prominent as she smiles when she asks ‘When are you getting married?’
She doesn’t wear black when she is indoors anymore. Only when she leaves the house. Its been 13 years since my grandfather passed. Her stocky build and harsh exterior is enough to scare any future prospect husband so I am not sure why she’d ask me that question. Her salt and pepper hair is cut as severe as her frown, which comes out when someone goes near her orchids. I explained to her that I was no longer with my partner and instead of asking ‘Why?’ or ‘What happened?’, she held up her hand and paused. She told me to look at her hand and then said something which would stick with me forever:
‘Biancah, look at my fingers. Each one is different from the other. No person is going to be the same as someone else and we never see what is beneath what a person shows. He was quiet. Too quiet. You never knew what he was thinking.’
Although she is one of the most unapproachable looking people I know, my grandmother has knowledge and wisdom that will surpass any of the people in my family. 
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