When you have a child, you quickly learn that each side of the family is going to see what they want to see or expect to see. One familiar refrain, especially once Ce’s curly mop fully grew in, was that she was the spitting image of my sister. I think Chelle grew a bit weary of hearing about this uncanny resemblance as if the Donohue gene pool ran roughshod over anything her side brought to the table and went digging for evidence that there was plenty of DiLisi/Duffy represented.

To wit, here is a photo of Chelle at about the same age of Cecilia, curls and all.

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