Pointing towards a woman, a girl said, ‘’She is the only child of my grandmother and she is grandmother of two persons.’’ How is that girl related to that woman? ?->(Show Answer!)

1. Pointing towards a woman, a girl said, ‘’She is the only child of my grandmother and she is grandmother of two persons.’’ How is that girl related to that woman?

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