Monday, April 16, 2007

My Father's Hands

I was sitting in my father's chair the other day, visiting my mom.....when I glanced down, to see my hand, resting on my lap.....looked exactly like my father's hands. It freaked me out. At first I thought that it was the way it was resting. But, I have become obsessed with looking at my hands, and I have come to the conclusion, I have my father's hands.
It's kinda neat, how things happen like that. You have little reminders, just to remind you, where and who you come from.

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