Kaia

Unique Hands
By: Kaia

Everyone in my family, mom, dad, brother, and me, have different hands. Mom’s are small and frail like a tree’s leaf. Brother’s are ferocious and feral like a feral forest creature. Dad’s are big and battered like a mother bear in a brawl protecting her cubs. Mine are special, soft and worked, smart and creative. Yes, special indeed. My hands, grasping my mom’s to calm my nerves in a scary movie. My hands, running from my dad’s in a game of tag. My hands, afraid of my brother’s because their gnarly appearance. My family’s hands are unique in their own way.