When I look at my hands the first thing I notice are the long white scars on my left hand. I received both of them when I was in grade school. The first one I got in gym class when someone was running and ran into me my pushing my hand into my mouth, which was full of braces. The second one isn't even an inch apart and looks the exact same way. I got that one when my friend accidentally stabbed me with a pencil. Even though those scars are very small they bring back many memories.
I have a family now so my hands are usually busy doing mom and wife things. My fingernails used to be kept very nicely but now I am lucky if they are clean and all the same length. Most of the time they are busy holding my four month old daughter. My hands are the happiest when I am holding her tiny head, that's when all the memories of my three children come back to me. When I am holding their tiny little hand in mine nothing else seems to matter.
My hands have held many hands in times of happiness and sadness. They are getting to look older now but I wouldn't change them for anything. When I look down at my hands I remember where I have been and can't wait to see where I will end up next.
1 comment:
'My hands have held many hands in times of happiness and sadness.'
'My hands are the happiest when I am holding her tiny head'
'now I am lucky if they are clean and all the same length'
Nice lines.
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