I have my daddy's hands. When I look at them I see his hands. They have the same shape and color. My hands look nothing like my mother's. She has delicate hands. This used to bother me but as I get older I like seeing my father's hands at the end of my arm. Mine are smaller, but still there he is at... Sign in to see full entry.
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