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Her hands are skinny and her veins pop out, in her left hand she has a golden diamond ring and her nails always have nude nail polish. When I was little she used her hand to wake me up, she tickled me until I was completely awake. With those hands she made me waffles or eggs with tortilla. She combed my crazy, frizzy, curly hair and made sure that I went to school with a sleek pony tail. When I was eleven or twelve my hands were bigger than hers, her hands were always skinny, and when I got older I started to make fun of her veins popping out even more. She makes everything with her hands, cooking my favorite meal, flexing, hugging my sisters, and holding my dad’s hand. I never gave her hands importance until November, when I woke up in a hospital emergency room with no idea of how I got there and why, her hands gave me comfort. And when the doctor gave the diagnose, her hands in my hair made me feel good, and when I cried because I was mad, her hands cleaned my tears, and when it happened again, I opened my eyes and her hand was holding mine, I felt safe. And it happened again, again, and again. And I admire her because I know that she lives worrying about me, with her hands she sends me a text every hour asking me how I feel. And when I was crying because I left prom at 11 pm, her hands tickled me, and when I wasn’t able to go to the club or have a drink and a chocolate cake at my 18th birthday, with her skinny hands she made a small party, and thanked my friends because I have 3 different not chocolate birthday cakes. When the doctor told me I didn’t pass the medical exam for my driver’s license, so I was not allowed to drive for at least 3 years, her skinny hands took the steering wheel and took me everywhere I wanted to.  And when we found out I couldn’t ride a roller coaster in Disney, with her skinny hands she cancelled the trip. When I needed to get the glue out of my hair because of the EEG, her skinny hands helped me take it off. And when I have absences, she snaps with her skinny hands. When I wasn’t able to walk for 3 days her skinny hands pushed the wheelchair, and finally when I started to walk again, her skinny hand was the one to give me support. And that is why I love them, her skinny hands that did everything I couldn’t.