i shift my eyeballs to my parents squeezed between the clan in the middle of the long table as mama possess light brown hair roots that always tied in a tight grandmas bun at the nape of her neck as i favor her dna facial features with my cute button nose and a pair of big doe eye sockets on an oval face like hers along with our matching light brown pupils but she looks so much old and worn than annabelle in both her face and body with her wrinkled and deeply sun tanned face showing no glow of happiness more like an overcast of death while her lips sip slowly on the white mug of coffee instead of choking down some fresh fruit juice for a healthy cause and her un-manicured ratty finger nails covers the warm china tea cup .