My Mother's Hands Are My Hands
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My Mom is gone, but her hands remain at the end of my arm. They are the same size, shape and now with liver spots. I thought about plastic sugery, because it makes me so sad every time I look at my hands and think about Mom. She was so sick at the end and almost disappeared except for her little hands sticking out from under the covers. It has now been 5 years but it seems like yesterday when I look at my hands. by Wildwoman in Six-Word Momoirs on Mar 23, 2009 | 
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