More AI “magic” brings me to the verge of tears. This enhanced photo with AI is my biological grandmother and me, taken in April 1969 in Salinas, California. I believe I only met her that one time. There are no other pictures of her and me together, not even from that day. It was only a few years ago, while looking through my late uncle’s photos, that I found this unenhanced photo of us. She died from smoking at age 50, so she never got to meet either of my siblings. I enhanced the photo and wondered what she and I would do if a movie were made out of it. Unlike the photo of my dad and me, she KISSES me! I’m actually glad my dad did NOT kiss me at such close proximity in that one photo, as that would be weird. I was 17 when my dad admitted, after a verbal slip-up, that the grandmother I knew was a step-grandmother and that this woman in this photo existed. Tobacco robbed me of a life of knowing her, just as tobacco robbed my daughter of a life with my father (her grandfather). At least I can cherish a kiss from her now.