And Jake, sensing her confidence, smiled and put an arm around her shoulders. "I love you, Grandma – hairy and all."
Lena laughed. "I'm old enough to know better, young man," she teased. "But seriously, being mature isn't about looking a certain way; it's about living, loving, and learning. I've had my share of struggles, and I've earned every line on my face and every strand of gray hair."
Jake looked puzzled, then intrigued. "But Grandma, you're so... mature. I mean, you're not, like, old or anything."
"Why do you let your hair get so...hairy?" he asked, a mixture of confusion and fascination on his face.