You’re just like your mother

Ana flinched as her Babushkas words registered. She’d gotten a variation of it her whole life and from most people it would be a compliment. From her Babushka the words might as well be a physical blow.

Taking a deep breath Ana pulled her shoulders back, standing tall and looking her babushka in the eye like her Mama had taught her to. Feeling brave Ana spoke back for the first time. ”I’m proud of that. Mama is a good woman. Besides, people also say I'm like you. In the end though I’m my own person.”