As we we walk hand in hand, I hold those 5 little
soft fingers gingerly with much love. The curvature of their tiny
fingers remind me when they would squeeze my hand as a newborn. And I
think - wow, they have grown...but are still very little. I know that in
a few years time, I will never be able to hold that little hand, as
they will grow into young ladies. The hands that write, flip pages, hold
bike handles, play piano, caress my face, give me hugs; I hold them,
every chance I get.
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