My mother likes to draw eyes all the time. I remember sitting with her, doing my homework, and her hand wouldn't stop sketching these eyes with that blue bic pen. Most of the time she wouldn't be aware of it. It was spontaneous. Sometimes, I would even go mad with her obsession, when I wouldn't be able to solve that exercise, and my mother would sit there calm and apathetic, forgetting I was there. "Mum! Stop it and help me with this one!" But I really admired her drawings. They were beautiful.
So, here is my mother speaking through my hand. The power of genes is unbeatable.
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