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If there is an ever-present image in my head of my grandmother’s face, I can’t visualize it without her dark colored sunglasses. Whenever we’d eat, or go out, or even play around, she’d be wearing those large round bifocals. It’s hard to remember what her eyes even look like, as all I’ve ever had is an empty and opaque perception of her face. My grandmother has always been a woman with a strong character. She’s an old fashioned lady and one of those people who just can’t seem to hold their thoughts to themselves, no matter how cynical or dreadful they may be, but even despite all of her bitterness, she’s the kindest woman you’ll ever meet. I’ve never understood why she’d decide to look through those lightless eyes all the time, but it sure makes me wonder. Could it be a reflection of her personality? Or maybe just something she’d use to hide her feelings with, but it sure is a curious matter that she’d shroud those eyes behind that ink like screen, even in the sunniest of days. My family used to wonder, and even talk about my grandmother’s apparent persistence to cover her face with those dark colored sunglasses, but no one seems to wonder or even care anymore. My grandmother has struggled with her eyesight for more than a decade now, yet hasn’t given up on wearing her sunglasses day in, day out. Maybe there’s a point for everyone in which we make something a part of our lives to such an extent that it eventually becomes part of who we are, and my grandmother has taught me a lot in that sense. She’s made me realize that people seldom show what they’re like through their physical appearance. No matter how much we may think we’ve figured someone out, they’ll still find a way to surprise you. That’s just the effect my grandmother’s dusk like spectacles have on people. They’re the focal point of a mysterious woman who has always had amazing things to say through her words and actions, but what amazes me the most about her is how she’s never given up on who she is. How she’s hung on to something so simple like wearing her sunglasses despite the adversities she’s had to face. I can’t say enough nice things about my grandmother or about the admiration I feel for her. She’s got a lot of traits I’d like to acquire throughout my life, and maybe someday I will truly understand what those dark eyes truly want to say.