6 decades books

I don’t remember when mother gave birth to me but I do remember when I first saw her face. I was only three years old and nana taught me enough so I could slip past security. She was so beautiful as she slept. Nana told me she had weathered away over years of sleep but she was still beautiful. Her cheeks did look a bit sunken in, and her neck looked smaller then should be reasonable but she was drop dead gorgeous. She had full lips that almost popped out of her face, high noble cheek bones, long eyelashes looked like they could be used for dusting, and the family signatures raven black hair. Her ebony skin did have a few bumps but I was sure it had something to do will what was being used to clean her skin. With a quick glance