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We were on a trip in Mexico. As my family and I were outside talking, my grandmother walked out with my baby cousin in her arms. The beautiful moment I saw was the caring, love, and compassion that my grandmother had for the baby. I never saw such a bond, such tenderness. Here, in the room, was the new generation, those who lie in the present, and the old, those who lie in the past. It was the cycle of life...and the cycle of love.