Hands, everybody in our family has different size hands. My Dad’s hands will always have that grease in the creases of his hands. His hands are like a tiger claw, strong and stable, ready for any kind of work. My Mom’s hands are as soft as a baby’s bottom. She uses them to prepare meals and has to keep them cleaner than the dishes in the dishwasher.

My hands are in the middle of both my parents. Not too rough or too soft. They tell who I am as a person. Hard working but at the same time likes to keep things in order. They have scars and some marks on them. But they also are soft. If you think about it your hands do tell who you are because you are using them all of the time.