I’ve always felt I could cook like her if I really tried, but perhaps I couldn’t. All her meals were spectacular. She had a real talent for cookery, plus the patience to do it. I get bored. I’m not interested in sewing, so it doesn’t bother me that I have inherited not one bit of her talent for that.
I think I am better-looking than she was, though. Perhaps not now so much, as I am getting more like her, but when I was younger. We were both tall, but I was slimmer and I think more graceful. She was rather colourless, fairish with pale eyelashes and eyebrows. I had (and have) more defined, darker colouring. I don’t think there was anything about her looks I’d have liked to inherit.
I’m nowhere near as unselfish as she was. Not sure whether it’s possible to be too unselfish. If it is, she was.