In Case You Were Out

The touch of another person can make all the difference in our lives. I can remember the hands of my parents from when I was little. Mom’s hands were smooth and soft. You could tell that she took care of them; though, they were not without their own callouses from hours of helping dad in the field. Mom’s hands were always self-sacrificing, they were healing, they were the gentle touch of love…

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