Mitochondrial DNA
Four Generations
This photo was taken by my father in the spring of 1953, when my older brother was a baby. From left to right: my beautiful mother, her grandmother holding my brother, and my grandmother. My great-grandmother passed away within a few months of this picture.
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A precious photo
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When I was 2 years old, I traveled to India with my parents to met my great-grandmother. I spent about a month with her and she showered me up with all her love.
Too bad, I don’t remember any of it now. But my mother tells me about it often.
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