Waiting

From Waiting... “But a person with age is easily identifiable, just look at the hands. Like mine, they are knotty in the joints, and covered with these dastardly spots. Distinctly, I remember my father’s hands as thick, rough, and filled with various scars from fixing a barbed wire fence or from splinters from chopping wood. And yet, as rough and calloused and sausage-like as they were, he always was able to command them to provide a gentle caress to my mother’s...
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From Waiting... “But a person with age is easily identifiable, just look at the hands. Like mine, they are knotty in the joints, and covered with these dastardly spots. Distinctly, I remember my father’s hands as thick, rough, and filled with various scars from fixing a barbed wire fence or from splinters from chopping wood. And yet, as rough and calloused and sausage-like as they were, he always was able to command them to provide a gentle caress to my mother’s cheek or to dry away my child tears. And now mine look like my mother’s, something I never thought would happen.”