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Monday, August 19, 2019
Mom's Hands—due August 23
Write 200+ words about your mom's hands.
17 comments:
Anonymous
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My mother's hands have held me since I was a baby. They have cooked me dinner when I couldn’t do it myself. They used those hands to take pictures of me on my first day of school. My mother's hands drove me places like to sports and meets and sometimes to school when I wasn’t capable of doing it myself. My mother's hand took me grocery shopping when I needed new clothing for school. My mother used to help me clean my bedroom when I was very young and couldn't do it myself. My mother's hands met some of my close friends. My mother's hands did my laundry when I was there. Her hands always cleaned the dishes. She used her hands at work to deal with others so she could make money. My mother's hands picked up food on the way home from work since nobody felt like quitting. My mother's hands took care of my sisters and brothers. My mother's hands pushed the grocery cart when we went grocery shopping. My mothers hands texted me if there was a problem at home. My mother's hands would call me if I was late after my curfew. My mothers hands taught me how to walk.
My Moms hands were there for me they helped me with a spoon a fork taught me how to walk and write and shown me how to play videogames and cook, My mom's hands are quite amazing she usually works in a rough environment to help provide food and shelter for me and my sister while we were young they seemed smooth and easy but as we got older I saw exactly what she does and it makes me happy her hands have taught me many things including, not to steal or to be a bad person my moms hands have taught me respect and courtesy of things how to properly eat and how to make sure that we can wipe ourselves. They've also done cargo transport, shoot guns and be a crazy person her hands have helped her with every step of the way and I truly couldn't ask for anything better from my mom as her hands have guided me through life teaching me everything I could try to learn from her in the small amount of time I've been here.
The hands of my mom are for the most beautiful thing that I can tell and I can tell a lot of things. Those hands were the ones that carry me when I was bored that same hands help to get up when I was trying to walk when I felt. Her hands are so smooth that I fell asleep with her in her hands and arms. The same hands gave me food when I was hungry and I need it to eat. Those hands were the ones that work every day and every second to bring food to me and my siblings. When I hurt myself her hands were the ones that cured me and tell me what I was doing something wrong or good. For me her hands mean a lot of things since a growing up I saw my mom’s hands as a big part of my mom because they helped me a lot thing everything good tho. I have to thank my mom for everything that she has done for me and everything has been good things. I wish I could be a little baby so my mom can carry me with her arms and hands and give a lot of love with them. One sing of her with her hands means a lot for me.
My mom’s hands have been with me since I was a baby she held me when I was a baby because you know that’s what mom does. My mom’s hands have touched everything like food, dishes, diapers, clothing and like everything you can think of that is in the house she doesn't really like touching things outside except for her flowers and the water can and the hose. My mom's hands have been there for me when I couldn't do it myself so she would have to help me out so I could finish it. My mom’s hands feel smooth and soft and same size hands. Also, they have done the shopping and some heavy lifting things like water. My mom’s hands have guided me through a lot and I am happy for that because I don’t know where I would be without her at this point her hands are like guides to my future leading me the right way to go. I am also very thankful for her hands to lead me to my future and guide the rest of the way. My mom hands can guide her were everything she goes and what she does and how she does things.
My mom's hands are warm and gentle. My mom's hands have made good meals for our family. My mom's hands have helped me with so many things in life. My mom's hands held me when I was born. My mom's hands are strong when it comes to working at her job. My mom's hands hardworking when it comes to bills, banking, and working at her job. My mom's hands are clean and smooth. My mom's hands hold our family together in one peace. My mom's hands are full of honesty. My mom's hands are very giving and helpful. My mom's hands have faith, peace, and hope. My mom's hands are creative when making picture books or scrapbooks. My mom's hands can be uplifting and reliable. My mom's hands are protective and her hands have always protected me. Her hands are full of potential. Her hand's are good when it comes to explaining what she is trying to say to people. Her hands are fast at writing and are good at writing notes and letters. My mom's hands have helped people. Her hands are not weak. Her hands are a good gift.
My mom's hands held me and kept me warm when I was a baby. She kept me safe and happy with her hands. My mom's hands held me and rocked me till I fell asleep or stopped crying. Her hands lifted me up off the ground when I got hurt. She used her hands to work to put a roof over my head, food in my stomach and to make sure I was warm, happy and healthy. My mom used her hands to help me walk, help feed me, help wash me. Her hands cook me food when I am hungry. Her hands have driven me places that I needed to go or trips we wanted to go on. Her hands have helped me do homework and understand things. She uses her hands to talk to me sometimes when I am not at home and she either just wants to talk or needs to tell me something. She has used her hands to play with me when I was younger. She has used her hands to bake cookies with me around Christmas. She has used her hands to tie my figure skates when I was younger and didn't know how to. These are a few things her hands have done.
To start off with my Mom’s hands is that they are very small, but as most know size doesn't matter, it just gives more drive to do better and to succeed. If you looked at her hands you would be able to notice some things about them that say pretty good things, like the rough hands show that she is a tough worker and does the best and most she can to advance in life. You would see that she is wearing a wedding ring signifying that she is loyal, faithful and not willing to give up. These are the hands who held me when I was young, who fed me when I was hungry and who took care of me when I needed healing. These are the hands that have pushed me to go out of my comfort zone and helped me succeed at life when I thought I couldn't. These are also the hands that will one day soon let go after 18 years. And from being soft in the beginning to ending up rough, these hands have done it all and now from rough to wrinkle, her hands slowly find a new path to follow and maybe someone new to lead onto the right decisions. Haas
My mom’s hand are the first to hold me. The gentle touch on my skin and the warmth of her hand. Her hands were the first to hold my hands. The nice small grip and the pulse that ran through her veins as she held my hand. The hand that held my face when I cried. Hands that use to rub my back when she hugged me or rubbed my stomach when I was sick. The hands that brushed my hair and put it into a ponytail. The hands that use to make my food to feed me. The hands that kept a roof over my head from working so much. But then her hands started to fade away. Her touch was no longer there. No more comfort. No more warmth of her touch. No more of her wiping my tears off my face. No more of the mother who first held me. No more feeling her touch on my face when I am sad. NO MORE of any of it. Her touch is gone. Her hands have faded away for good. Where did her touch go?! Why no more?! There goes my mother's hands and there goes everything that made me feel like I was something more than what I thought I was.
My mom’s hands have held me my whole life. From the moment I was born, she held me close and was there to protect me. She cuddled me with the same hands that hold my dad’s each night. She uses her hands to make sure that I am okay and to wipe away my tears when I have some. My mom’s hands have been used for crafts, dishes, laundry, baking, and for finger plays that she did with me when I was young. My mom sometimes pampers herself by getting her nails done. I like it when she does this. They look nice. Most of the time, she polishes her fingernails herself. I don’t like this because it smells bad. My mom’s hands will continue to hold me up when I am down and will continue to cheer for me when I am doing my best. Mom’s hands will wipe her tears for her when I graduate and will hold the tissues for milestones in my life after graduation. They will hold my wife’s hands, they will hold my children, and they will always hold my dad’s hands until they are old and more gray. My mom’s hands are love.
My mom’s hands have held me my whole life. From the moment I was born, she held me close and was there to protect me. She cuddled me with the same hands that hold my dad’s each night. She uses her hands to make sure that I am okay and to wipe away my tears when I have some. My mom’s hands have been used for crafts, dishes, laundry, baking, and for finger plays that she did with me when I was young. My mom sometimes pampers herself by getting her nails done. I like it when she does this. They look nice. Most of the time, she polishes her fingernails herself. I don’t like this because it smells bad. My mom’s hands will continue to hold me up when I am down and will continue to cheer for me when I am doing my best. Mom’s hands will wipe her tears for her when I graduate and will hold the tissues for milestones in my life after graduation. They will hold my wife’s hands, they will hold my children, and they will always hold my dad’s hands until they are old and more gray. My mom’s hands are love.
My mom has worked in a garden. She has helped sick people in hospitals because she is a nurse. She has probably slapped some people who knows. Her hands have been on a gun she was in the army to. She has held a cross probably more than once. And has held her children when we were born. Her hands are ruff sometimes and smooth another. Sometimes they have dirt on them some times they are clean. I bet there has been blood on her hands. She has cleaned up her kids wounds. Figured out how to type on a computer. Sode clothes and stuffed animals together. Did arts and crafts using a kricket. She writes addresses and other stuff that is important. She has held the remote for a tv trying to figure out how it works. Her hands have held a padol to some of her kids behinds. Her hands have held onto the gripy thing when my brother first started driving. They held on to are shirts when we don't want to wear them. Her hands have had cuts and sores from working to hard and picking up after us. Shook hands with some of the teachers that you would know.
Stephen My mom's hand are soft small and strong. When I was a baby she would use her hand to cover me from the cold to keep me warm she use her hand to help out with the family with work and provide food. She uses her hand to cook me and my brothers, sister meal. Her had were there to help me to be who I am. When I was a kid, she taught me how to walk and every time that I was about to fall down she would catch me. When I'm sick my mom would away make a meal or go get medica for me when I was a kid. She was away there when I need some things that are out of my reach. My mother's hand were away there when I need a ride to place and there to guide me throughout my life. My mom was away there when I need a hug. Without my mother hand, I don't know where I would be in life. My mom is a loving parent to her children. My mother had would away be there for me when I need them in my life until I turn into a grow up.
My mom’s hands have been there for me and helped me when I needed it the most and that time was when I was a baby and as I was growing up to the age that I am rn and she still helps me with stuff. My mom’s hands have been in the restaurant business for a long time she used to have 2 restaurant’s at the same time. Her hands helped me with my homework when I was young and her hands still help me today as well her hands showed me how to cut food, how to use silverware, how to pour a drink into my cup and others. Her hands also taught me how to write, and type on a computer, how to turn a computer on and use one. Her hands help me get through hard times and her hands bought me stuff that I need when I don't have the money, her hands also helped me find clothes, try on the clothes, make sure the clothes fit and if they don’t try stretching the shirt out to see if that could fix it but most times it doesn’t. My mom’s hands have also helped me find new shoes, try the shoes and making sure that it is the right size so then it’s not too big or too small.
My mom's hands? My mom's hands have done a lot of things. My mom's hands worked a lot doing maintenance or working at convenience stores as a teen. But her hands have done a lot of fun stuff, my family travels a lot so her hands have been in the ocean probably over a hundred times. One thing I can really think that my mom's hands can do really well is draw names or shapes in the sand it is incredible how neat she can do that. She also has touched a lot of other things such as her job now, she drives special needs kids for the Brandon transportation system so she has to drive a car every day. Another thing I will always remember about my mom's hands is how gentle and calming they are she is always there for you if you need a hug or whatever. My mom's hands have been to a lot of other places to but I think you were to ask her she would say that her hands have been in more hockey rinks freezing then anywhere else, But she would say that she wouldn't take those cold rinks away for anything. This is what I see in my mom's hands.
My mom's hands are have helped guide me through lots of obstacles throughout my life. Her hands are rough through all the work she does for the amount she gets back. My mom's hands have helped her do and a wide variety of jobs like taking care of me, she does accounting, manages two apartments and she is always working but little pay for all that work she does because she is too stubborn to ask for better pay. She has always been ocd all the work like emails, remodeling apartments or organizing and decorating has to be perfect if she sees anyone did it and it is not good enough or perfects to her she will redo it herself the way she likes it. My mom has always been there for me and always uses his hands and does stuff herself instead of paying anyone else herself. She has also had two take care of 4 kids and my mentally ill grandma and they all have their different problems and she figures out ways to fix these problems. But after all that stress she always tries to keep going and work through this stuff she is a person that won’t stop trying.
My grandma’s hands have touched a lot over the last 65 years. They have held seven of her own kids and many of her grandchildren including myself. Those hands have stayed busy ever since her first child. They have prepared many meals and continues to love to cook food for her kids and grandkids every time they have a chance to stop by and visit. They have helped dress each kid and help them get ready for school. My grandma’s hands have helped her kids with homework. Those hands have turned countless pages from hundreds of books. My grandma loves to read. Whenever I visited and stayed at her house she would always be willing to read me books. Sometimes she would even make me sit down and listen to her read because she knows the importance of being a good reader. Her hands would tuck me in at night after she got done reading to me. My grandma’s hands have helped me grow in so many ways and am forever grateful to have my grandma's help shape me into who I am today. My grandma’s hands continue to guide me, my sisters, and all my other cousins. Those are my grandma’s hands. Biren
My mom’s hand have been there for me and they have been they since I have been a baby and they are the ones that help me when I needed it .they are the ones that have held me when I was sick . when I needed a hug and to know that someone was there for me when I needed it they have always been there for me when I was down and having a bad day and she would find something to make a joke about and make me laugh and make my day better . she has helped me go to what I am today. She has seen a lot and they have worked hard to get me to where I am today . Helping my other siblings be who they are. She is always trying to help people in anyway and try to make them happy and make them have a better day if she can. She is always trying to have fun to make her day better if she is having a bad day or if something bad happens at work. She would play with us and have fun to stop thinking about work. Then she would make the best food and lets us help and sometimes it did not turn out right and then sould not get mad at us because we were just trying to help. Anderson
17 comments:
My mother's hands have held me since I was a baby. They have cooked me dinner when I couldn’t do it myself. They used those hands to take pictures of me on my first day of school. My mother's hands drove me places like to sports and meets and sometimes to school when I wasn’t capable of doing it myself. My mother's hand took me grocery shopping when I needed new clothing for school. My mother used to help me clean my bedroom when I was very young and couldn't do it myself. My mother's hands met some of my close friends. My mother's hands did my laundry when I was there. Her hands always cleaned the dishes. She used her hands at work to deal with others so she could make money. My mother's hands picked up food on the way home from work since nobody felt like quitting. My mother's hands took care of my sisters and brothers. My mother's hands pushed the grocery cart when we went grocery shopping. My mothers hands texted me if there was a problem at home. My mother's hands would call me if I was late after my curfew. My mothers hands taught me how to walk.
HARRIS
Webb, Parker.
My Moms hands were there for me they helped me with a spoon a fork taught me how to walk and write and shown me how to play videogames and cook, My mom's hands are quite amazing she usually works in a rough environment to help provide food and shelter for me and my sister while we were young they seemed smooth and easy but as we got older I saw exactly what she does and it makes me happy her hands have taught me many things including, not to steal or to be a bad person my moms hands have taught me respect and courtesy of things how to properly eat and how to make sure that we can wipe ourselves.
They've also done cargo transport, shoot guns and be a crazy person her hands have helped her with every step of the way and I truly couldn't ask for anything better from my mom as her hands have guided me through life teaching me everything I could try to learn from her in the small amount of time I've been here.
My mom’s hands
The hands of my mom are for the most beautiful thing that I can tell and I can tell a lot of things. Those hands were the ones that carry me when I was bored that same hands help to get up when I was trying to walk when I felt. Her hands are so smooth that I fell asleep with her in her hands and arms. The same hands gave me food when I was hungry and I need it to eat. Those hands were the ones that work every day and every second to bring food to me and my siblings. When I hurt myself her hands were the ones that cured me and tell me what I was doing something wrong or good. For me her hands mean a lot of things since a growing up I saw my mom’s hands as a big part of my mom because they helped me a lot thing everything good tho. I have to thank my mom for everything that she has done for me and everything has been good things. I wish I could be a little baby so my mom can carry me with her arms and hands and give a lot of love with them. One sing of her with her hands means a lot for me.
My mom’s hands have been with me since I was a baby she held me when I was a baby because you know that’s what mom does. My mom’s hands have touched everything like food, dishes, diapers, clothing and like everything you can think of that is in the house she doesn't really like touching things outside except for her flowers and the water can and the hose. My mom's hands have been there for me when I couldn't do it myself so she would have to help me out so I could finish it. My mom’s hands feel smooth and soft and same size hands. Also, they have done the shopping and some heavy lifting things like water. My mom’s hands have guided me through a lot and I am happy for that because I don’t know where I would be without her at this point her hands are like guides to my future leading me the right way to go. I am also very thankful for her hands to lead me to my future and guide the rest of the way. My mom hands can guide her were everything she goes and what she does and how she does things.
By: Ariah Helseth
My mom's hands are warm and gentle. My mom's hands have made good meals for our family. My mom's hands have helped me with so many things in life. My mom's hands held me when I was born. My mom's hands are strong when it comes to working at her job. My mom's hands hardworking when it comes to bills, banking, and working at her job. My mom's hands are clean and smooth. My mom's hands hold our family together in one peace. My mom's hands are full of honesty. My mom's hands are very giving and helpful. My mom's hands have faith, peace, and hope. My mom's hands are creative when making picture books or scrapbooks. My mom's hands can be uplifting and reliable. My mom's hands are protective and her hands have always protected me. Her hands are full of potential. Her hand's are good when it comes to explaining what she is trying to say to people. Her hands are fast at writing and are good at writing notes and letters. My mom's hands have helped people. Her hands are not weak. Her hands are a good gift.
hamner
My mom's hands
My mom's hands held me and kept me warm when I was a baby. She kept me safe and happy with her hands. My mom's hands held me and rocked me till I fell asleep or stopped crying. Her hands lifted me up off the ground when I got hurt. She used her hands to work to put a roof over my head, food in my stomach and to make sure I was warm, happy and healthy. My mom used her hands to help me walk, help feed me, help wash me. Her hands cook me food when I am hungry. Her hands have driven me places that I needed to go or trips we wanted to go on. Her hands have helped me do homework and understand things. She uses her hands to talk to me sometimes when I am not at home and she either just wants to talk or needs to tell me something. She has used her hands to play with me when I was younger. She has used her hands to bake cookies with me around Christmas. She has used her hands to tie my figure skates when I was younger and didn't know how to. These are a few things her hands have done.
To start off with my Mom’s hands is that they are very small, but as most know size doesn't matter, it just gives more drive to do better and to succeed. If you looked at her hands you would be able to notice some things about them that say pretty good things, like the rough hands show that she is a tough worker and does the best and most she can to advance in life. You would see that she is wearing a wedding ring signifying that she is loyal, faithful and not willing to give up. These are the hands who held me when I was young, who fed me when I was hungry and who took care of me when I needed healing. These are the hands that have pushed me to go out of my comfort zone and helped me succeed at life when I thought I couldn't. These are also the hands that will one day soon let go after 18 years. And from being soft in the beginning to ending up rough, these hands have done it all and now from rough to wrinkle, her hands slowly find a new path to follow and maybe someone new to lead onto the right decisions.
Haas
My mom’s hand are the first to hold me. The gentle touch on my skin and the warmth of her hand. Her hands were the first to hold my hands. The nice small grip and the pulse that ran through her veins as she held my hand. The hand that held my face when I cried. Hands that use to rub my back when she hugged me or rubbed my stomach when I was sick. The hands that brushed my hair and put it into a ponytail. The hands that use to make my food to feed me. The hands that kept a roof over my head from working so much. But then her hands started to fade away. Her touch was no longer there. No more comfort. No more warmth of her touch. No more of her wiping my tears off my face. No more of the mother who first held me. No more feeling her touch on my face when I am sad. NO MORE of any of it. Her touch is gone. Her hands have faded away for good. Where did her touch go?! Why no more?! There goes my mother's hands and there goes everything that made me feel like I was something more than what I thought I was.
My mom’s hands have held me my whole life. From the moment I was born, she held me close and was there to protect me. She cuddled me with the same hands that hold my dad’s each night. She uses her hands to make sure that I am okay and to wipe away my tears when I have some. My mom’s hands have been used for crafts, dishes, laundry, baking, and for finger plays that she did with me when I was young. My mom sometimes pampers herself by getting her nails done. I like it when she does this. They look nice. Most of the time, she polishes her fingernails herself. I don’t like this because it smells bad. My mom’s hands will continue to hold me up when I am down and will continue to cheer for me when I am doing my best. Mom’s hands will wipe her tears for her when I graduate and will hold the tissues for milestones in my life after graduation. They will hold my wife’s hands, they will hold my children, and they will always hold my dad’s hands until they are old and more gray. My mom’s hands are love.
Meinert
My mom’s hands have held me my whole life. From the moment I was born, she held me close and was there to protect me. She cuddled me with the same hands that hold my dad’s each night. She uses her hands to make sure that I am okay and to wipe away my tears when I have some. My mom’s hands have been used for crafts, dishes, laundry, baking, and for finger plays that she did with me when I was young. My mom sometimes pampers herself by getting her nails done. I like it when she does this. They look nice. Most of the time, she polishes her fingernails herself. I don’t like this because it smells bad. My mom’s hands will continue to hold me up when I am down and will continue to cheer for me when I am doing my best. Mom’s hands will wipe her tears for her when I graduate and will hold the tissues for milestones in my life after graduation. They will hold my wife’s hands, they will hold my children, and they will always hold my dad’s hands until they are old and more gray. My mom’s hands are love.
My mom has worked in a garden. She has helped sick people in hospitals because she is a nurse. She has probably slapped some people who knows. Her hands have been on a gun she was in the army to. She has held a cross probably more than once. And has held her children when we were born. Her hands are ruff sometimes and smooth another. Sometimes they have dirt on them some times they are clean. I bet there has been blood on her hands. She has cleaned up her kids wounds. Figured out how to type on a computer. Sode clothes and stuffed animals together. Did arts and crafts using a kricket. She writes addresses and other stuff that is important. She has held the remote for a tv trying to figure out how it works. Her hands have held a padol to some of her kids behinds. Her hands have held onto the gripy thing when my brother first started driving. They held on to are shirts when we don't want to wear them. Her hands have had cuts and sores from working to hard and picking up after us. Shook hands with some of the teachers that you would know.
Stephen
My mom's hand are soft small and strong. When I was a baby she would use her hand to cover me from the cold to keep me warm she use her hand to help out with the family with work and provide food. She uses her hand to cook me and my brothers, sister meal. Her had were there to help me to be who I am. When I was a kid, she taught me how to walk and every time that I was about to fall down she would catch me. When I'm sick my mom would away make a meal or go get medica for me when I was a kid. She was away there when I need some things that are out of my reach. My mother's hand were away there when I need a ride to place and there to guide me throughout my life. My mom was away there when I need a hug. Without my mother hand, I don't know where I would be in life. My mom is a loving parent to her children. My mother had would away be there for me when I need them in my life until I turn into a grow up.
My mom’s hands have been there for me and helped me when I needed it the most and that time was when I was a baby and as I was growing up to the age that I am rn and she still helps me with stuff. My mom’s hands have been in the restaurant business for a long time she used to have 2 restaurant’s at the same time. Her hands helped me with my homework when I was young and her hands still help me today as well her hands showed me how to cut food, how to use silverware, how to pour a drink into my cup and others. Her hands also taught me how to write, and type on a computer, how to turn a computer on and use one. Her hands help me get through hard times and her hands bought me stuff that I need when I don't have the money, her hands also helped me find clothes, try on the clothes, make sure the clothes fit and if they don’t try stretching the shirt out to see if that could fix it but most times it doesn’t. My mom’s hands have also helped me find new shoes, try the shoes and making sure that it is the right size so then it’s not too big or too small.
My mom's hands? My mom's hands have done a lot of things. My mom's hands worked a lot doing maintenance or working at convenience stores as a teen. But her hands have done a lot of fun stuff, my family travels a lot so her hands have been in the ocean probably over a hundred times. One thing I can really think that my mom's hands can do really well is draw names or shapes in the sand it is incredible how neat she can do that. She also has touched a lot of other things such as her job now, she drives special needs kids for the Brandon transportation system so she has to drive a car every day. Another thing I will always remember about my mom's hands is how gentle and calming they are she is always there for you if you need a hug or whatever. My mom's hands have been to a lot of other places to but I think you were to ask her she would say that her hands have been in more hockey rinks freezing then anywhere else, But she would say that she wouldn't take those cold rinks away for anything. This is what I see in my mom's hands.
My mom's hands are have helped guide me through lots of obstacles throughout my life. Her hands are rough through all the work she does for the amount she gets back. My mom's hands have helped her do and a wide variety of jobs like taking care of me, she does accounting, manages two apartments and she is always working but little pay for all that work she does because she is too stubborn to ask for better pay. She has always been ocd all the work like emails, remodeling apartments or organizing and decorating has to be perfect if she sees anyone did it and it is not good enough or perfects to her she will redo it herself the way she likes it. My mom has always been there for me and always uses his hands and does stuff herself instead of paying anyone else herself. She has also had two take care of 4 kids and my mentally ill grandma and they all have their different problems and she figures out ways to fix these problems. But after all that stress she always tries to keep going and work through this stuff she is a person that won’t stop trying.
My grandma’s hands have touched a lot over the last 65 years. They have held seven of her own kids and many of her grandchildren including myself. Those hands have stayed busy ever since her first child. They have prepared many meals and continues to love to cook food for her kids and grandkids every time they have a chance to stop by and visit. They have helped dress each kid and help them get ready for school. My grandma’s hands have helped her kids with homework. Those hands have turned countless pages from hundreds of books. My grandma loves to read. Whenever I visited and stayed at her house she would always be willing to read me books. Sometimes she would even make me sit down and listen to her read because she knows the importance of being a good reader. Her hands would tuck me in at night after she got done reading to me. My grandma’s hands have helped me grow in so many ways and am forever grateful to have my grandma's help shape me into who I am today. My grandma’s hands continue to guide me, my sisters, and all my other cousins. Those are my grandma’s hands.
Biren
My mom’s hand have been there for me and they have been they since I have been a baby and they are the ones that help me when I needed it .they are the ones that have held me when I was sick . when I needed a hug and to know that someone was there for me when I needed it they have always been there for me when I was down and having a bad day and she would find something to make a joke about and make me laugh and make my day better . she has helped me go to what I am today. She has seen a lot and they have worked hard to get me to where I am today . Helping my other siblings be who they are. She is always trying to help people in anyway and try to make them happy and make them have a better day if she can. She is always trying to have fun to make her day better if she is having a bad day or if something bad happens at work. She would play with us and have fun to stop thinking about work. Then she would make the best food and lets us help and sometimes it did not turn out right and then sould not get mad at us because we were just trying to help.
Anderson
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